1820 British Settlers
Some 60 parties of
English, Scots and Irish
immigrant families
disembarked on the
desolate shore of Algoa
Bay, then on the eastern
border of the Cape
Colony, in 1820.
Lord Charles Somerset,
the strong willed
governor of the Cape,
became convinced that
only large-scale
immigration - from
Britain, since 'anglicization'
was a part of official
policy - could bring
peace, or at the worst
an armed neutrality, to
the troubled border
regions. These
immigrants would farm
the Zuurveld (named the
Albany district in 1814)
and provide a buffer
between the Xhosa and
the more settled White
areas to the west. Of
the 90 000 applicants, 4
000 were selected. The
first shipload landed on
10 April.
Upon arrival in Algoa
Bay, there were already
a dozen large vessels
anchored there. Ashore
was a small-fortified
barracks (Fort
Frederick) occupied by a
detachment of the 72nd
Regiment and surrounded
by tents and marquees in
which the officers were
billeted. The only signs
of permanency were three
thatched cottages and
wooded houses, used as
offices for the
commissaries and
officials involved in
the immigration scheme.
Here and there along the
beach were large depots
of farming implements,
carpenters and
blacksmith's tools and
ironware. These settlers
would be able to buy at
a modest price.
Communications in those
days were slow and
faulty, and the
authorities in Cape Town
could only guess at the
number of immigrants to
expect. The camp (sited
at the junction of what
was to become Port
Elizabeth's Russell Road
and Main Street) was
able to accommodate 1
500, but there were
rations to feed only 2
000 people for a single
month. Farmers in the
Uitenhage and
Graaf-Reinet districts
had been persuaded to
lend wagons, oxen and
drivers to take the new
arrivals to their
allocated lands.
At first, all the wagons
took the same route into
the interior: along the
coast across the
Zwartkops and Koega
Rivers, then north-east
over the Sundays River,
the Addo Heights and the
Quagga Flats, and
through Rautenbachs
Drift on the Bushmans
River, the western
boundary of the colony.
Assegai Bush was the
parting of the ways for
those in the procession.
The nearest plots were
100km away: the farthest
an intimidating 200km.
Some of the parties had
to lumber along the
rugged track for almost
a fortnight before they
arrived at their
destinations.
Those families who were
to settle near the Great
Fish River had, until
now, been in blissful
ignorance of the
government's true
intention in bringing
them there. Warning
bells sounded clear,
however, when they took
leave of Jacob Cuyler,
landrost of Uitenhage
who had accompanied them
thus far. "Gentlemen" he
said, "when you go out
and plough never leave
your guns at home." It
dawned on the newcomer
that they were to serve
not as farmer but also
as a kind of
plain-clothes militia.
In fact, a small
contingent of troops had
been stationed on the
west bank, but the
settlers fears were
prove only to well
founded.
Two poignant
reminiscences show
clearly their feelings
of disappointment and
loss. An anonymous
settler, who was a child
in 1820, wrote "I
remember that while the
wagons were being
unloaded, prompted y
curiosity, I ran down to
the small river that was
near, an on my return
found my mother sitting
on a large box and
crying. On asking her
what was the matter, she
said she was afraid, she
thought tigers and
wolves would come
through that night and
eat us up."
Later, during that
first, harsh season, a
Captain Thomas Butler
penned a letter
describing his
desolation. "My wheat"
he wrote, "two months
ago the most promising I
ever saw in any country,
is now cut down in heaps
for burning... The rust
has utterly destroyed
it: not a grain have we
saved. My barley, from
the drought, and a grub,
which attacks the blade,
produced little more
than I sowed. My Indian
corn, very much injured
by the caterpillar;
cabbages destroyed by
lice: the beans all
scorched by the hot
wind... Our cows are all
dry from want of grass:
not the least appearance
of verdure as far as the
eye can reach. Nothing
but one great wilderness
of faded grass. On
Saturday whilst watching
by the sick bed of my
dear little girl- she
had been bitten by a
snake while running over
the veld without shoes
and stockings, and died.
I was startled by the
cry of wild dogs. I ran
to the window and saw
about thirty of these
ferocious animals:
before I could drive
them off, they had
killed twenty of my
flock, which consisted
of twenty-seven in all.
I stood for a minute
thinking of my misery,
my dying child, my
blasted crops, and my
scattered and ruined
flock. God's will be
done. I have need of
fortitude to bear up
against such
accumulation of misery."
For five years the
settlers suffered bitter
hardship. Many of them
had no experience of
farming: their
allotments were too
small: their implements
rudimentary. There were
locusts and droughts,
the depredations of the
Xhosa- and a ban on the
recruitment of black
labour. Most of them
surrendered their
struggle with the
unforgiving land and
drifted into the small
settlements, many of
which, like Grahamstown.,
had started as military
garrisons.
But the scheme, in terms
of the government's
plans, was not an entire
failure. The settlers
added more than 10% to
the total white
population, and they
indeed help create
Somerset's buffer zone.
And after 1925, matters
improved with the
establishment of bigger
farming units, a
relaxation of government
restrictions and, above
all, with the launching
of what were to become a
flourishing sheep
industry.
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