“My uncle Willie built a donkey
cart with two disselbooms. It was pulled
by a mule, Daisy. I think Daisy
originally belonged to my dad (Sam), who either gave it or sold it to
Uncle Willie, who built the cart.
The idea was that they would leave Isinuka in the morning with Baainet
driving the cart. My cousins, Reg and Keith, would be
sitting on a seat lower down behind the driver who had the reins. They would pick me up at the gate of my house
in Undercliff and we would all go to school together.
One
morning, when we were between Undercliff and town, close to the area called
‘White Rocks’, a grader started up and it backfired, letting off a sudden loud
noise just as the donkey cart passed.
Well …. Daisy, being a very skittish mule, took off!
Baainet
tried to control her, but she was bolting hell for leather, and wouldn’t be
slowed down. The three of us in the back of the cart thought that this was
great fun! The wheels were whirring, the
dust was flying. The road into town
wasn’t tarred at that stage, so there was dust everywhere.
Eventually Baainet had to try to
stop the mule somehow, so next thing, he jumped off the cart onto Daisy’s back,
cowboy-style, just like you see them doing in the movies, and held her round
her neck, trying to cover her eyes or turn her head so that she would
stop. He managed to get her to slow down
by the time we got into town, but we made it to school in record time that day
with a panting mule and a Baainet with his eyes as wide as saucers. Poor old Baainet: he had been threatened that if anything
happened to us on the way to school, he would be held responsible, but we didn’t
see any danger in it.
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