| I
was on shore yesterday morning until 7PM, & went to the top of Table
mountain. It is 3,500 feet high, & I was 2 hours going up, the ascent
was not half so difficult as that up S. Vincent, but the view was
far better. Looking south you saw the Dutch town of Wynberg, & a
level track of vineyard country until you came to the mountains
round Simon's bay, & the city of Cape Town spread out under your
feet. It was intensely hot climbing up, but on arrival at the summit
you were enveloped in a damp cold mist which kept the sun off you
completely, & made it very chill & cold until you descended about
800 feet—where it was as hot as ever—Cape Town is a
pretty good place for business, but nothing to look at, not to be
compared to Melbourne, there is not a single striking building or
church in the place, all after the same heavy Dutch style, there
are a great many Malays & Hottentots in it, about every 3rd house
is an Hotel. There are Theatres, Music Halls &c here, & plenty of
loafers, & that sort of people, flash women &c. ....
Two fine merchant ships have been here & gone since
we came in, they were called Emigrant ships, & had each on board
about 500 coolies from Calcutta for Jamaica & Demerara, to work
in the sugar plantations there. They go for 5 years & are paid about
2d per day, are supposed to be voluntarily emigrating, but it is
really a quiet way of importing slaves, for they are treated like
those in the West Indes and very few ever live to get back to India
again. |