bar-glasses

Updated: May 25, 2025

'Fear and keep, and keep and fear. Perhaps he'd been out and visited the men on his mines up-country. He paused. I seemed to hear the jingling of bar-glasses in a back-veld canteen as he did so. The thud of drums, too, from Kaffir villages seemed to bear down on us. The Channel breeze came to me as it were heavily laden with the sounding challenges of the South.

Arthur Shearly Cripps - Cinderella in the South: Twenty-Five South African Tales