Captain Van Hunks lived in the shadows of Table
Mountain. For many years he
had sailed the seven seas, but now he was old and loved nothing more than
taking a walk up the beautiful slopes of the mountain.
He would walk up to his favourite spot, under an ancient tree at
the top of the mountain. Once
there he would settle himself on a large rock, take out his old pipe,
light it, lean back against the trunk of the tree and gaze down at the
beauty of Table Bay below him. Van
Hunks loved the peacefulness of this place nobody else ever came this
high up the mountain.
One day, as Van Hunks walked the last few paces
towards his usual position, he was startled to see someone else sitting
exactly where he normally sat. It
was a strange looking man, dressed all in black, with a large hat pulled
down over most of his face.
Van Hunks was even more astonished when the man
greeted him by his name. However,
not wishing to appear impolite, he sat down next to him and they began to
talk. Van Hunks started
boasting about his tobacco and the fact that he was the only man who could
smoke as much of it as he did. The
other man replied that he could easily smoke as much as Van Hunks.
Van Hunks was angry at this and challenged the man to a smoking
contest. He placed a huge
pile of his tobacco between the two of them and they filled their pipes
and lit them.
All day the two men sat, smoking the whole time
and the clouds of smoke around them grew and grew. People down below looked up and marvelled at the huge clouds
of smoke that had started billowing around the Table Mountain.
As the day progressed the clouds grew bigger and bigger until the
whole top of the mountain was covered.
Van Hunks was growing tired and hot and he
noticed that the man with him was not looking too happy himself.
But still they continued to smoke.
Then suddenly the man leaned forward, unable to continue and his
hat fell off revealing who he really was.
Van Hunks staggered back in fright.
.. it was the devil himself!
He realised what he had achieved he had beaten the devil in the
contest. But the devil was
not pleased at being beaten by a human and in an instant, with a loud clap
of thunder, both men vanished in a puff of smoke.
The legend goes that, when the south-easter wind
blows and the cloud covers the mountain, Van Hunks and the Devil are
smoking again.
Umlindi
Weminigizimu
The African people believed that
Qamata created the whole world. When
he wanted to create the dry land, Nganyamba a dragon who slept under
the sea tried to stop him from doing this.
Qamata realised that he would need some help so he approached the
one-eyed goddess, Djobela, and she cast a spell to create four giants who
were to guard the land from the north, south, east and west.
There were many battles and eventually the giants were defeated,
but, as they were dying, they asked the goddess to turn them into
mountains, so they could continue to look down on the land and protect it.
She did this and the giant of the south, known as Umlindid
Wemingizimu, became Table Mountain.
Adamastor
Adamaster is the spirit of the
Cape of Storms. The first
story about him was told by the Portuguese poet, Camoens in the 1500s.
Vasco Da Gama, the Portuguese explorer was
approaching the Cape with his fleet, when they were surrounded by a huge
dark cloud, in the shape of a gigantic human.
The figure asked them why they were so foolish as to attempt to
sail in such dangerous and stormy waters and told them that there would be
awful disasters if they tried to sail round the Cape of Storms.
He told the terrified sailors that he was Adamastor who had tried
to overthrow the gods. The
gods punished him by turning him into a mountain and placing him at Cape
Point to guard the seas of the south.
The Circle of Islam
The story goes that the Muslim, Nureel Mobeen
escaped from the prison on Robben Island, made his way over to the
mainland and hid in the caves on the mountainside, near the Twelve
Apostles. His tomb (kramat)
is now a shrine at Oudekraal.
In Cape Town, there are six kramats that form
the Circle of Islam one in Somerset West, one on Robben Island and
four in the Cape peninsula (including the one belonging to Nureel Mobeen).
Muslims believe that the Circle protects those who live within it
from natural disasters such as earthquakes, tidal waves, fire, plague and
famine.
The Flying Dutchman
Captain Hendrik van der Decken had
just offloaded his cargo in Cape Town and was anxious to get back to sea
again in his ship, the Flying Dutchman.
His crew, however, begged to to stay in port, as the weather was
turning foul and they were scared to sail in the dangerous Cape waters in
such conditions. Van der
Decken would not listen and he sailed out of Cape Town straight into a
hurricane. For days he fought against the elements, even lashing himself
to the wheel, so that he would not be swept overboard. His crew pleaded with hinm to turn back, but he would not
listen. He was like a madman
pitching his small vessel against the mighty storm.
He cursed God, saying that even He could not
make him change his mind and swore that he would sail on until he met the
ends of the earth. As he said this, the storm seemed to instantly die down
and a ghost appeared on the ship. All
the crew instantly fell down dead, but van der Decken fired his gun at the
figure. His arm immediately
withered and became useless. The
shipp glowed a res colour and disappeared forever into the storm.
The legend says that the Flying Dutchman
continues to sail forever, as a ghost ship, trying still to sail around
the Cape of Storms.
Over the years many people claim to have seen
the Flying Dutchman off our shores, but no sensible captains will take
their ship near the ghostly ship, because they believe that something
terrible will happen aboard their ship if they do.
One of the most interesting sightings was made
by the King George V of England, when he was a crewman aboard the HMS
Bacchante in 1881. The sighting was even recorded in the ships log and
tells how the ghostly ship seemed to glow red and how they could make out
all her masts, spars and sails. When
the HMS Bacchante sailed closer, the vision seemed to disappear like a
mirage and the sea was unnaturally calm in that spot.
Later that day, the crewman who had first reported the ghostly
sighting, fell to his death from the crows nest.
Another sighting that bears out this story
occurred in 1939 when hundreds of people saw the ship off the coast of
False Bay. It appeared to be
sailing towards the shore at Muizenberg and seemed likely to end up on the
beach.. Then suddenly it
vanished! Many people were convinced that it was the ghost of the Flying
Dutchman, still trying to sail round the Cape of Storms.
Ghosts at the
Castle
The Lady in Grey is one of the most often seen
ghosts in the Castle. She is
often seen with her hands covering her face, as though she is weeping.
Sightings of her have also been made at Government House and some
people say that there was once a passage linking the Castle and Government
House. Recently the skeleton
of a women was found during excavations perhaps those of the Lady in
Grey as she hasnt been seen since those bones were found!
The ghost of Governor Noodt is also thought to
haunt the Castle. He was a
very strict governor of the Cape and disciplined his soldiers harshly for
any wrong-doing. Four
soldiers who were caught trying to escape were tried and sentenced to a
beating and the deportation to Batavia.
Without warning, this sentence was changed to the death sentence by
Governor Noodt. Everyone
thought that this punishment was far to harsh and very cruel, but van
Noodt would not be moved. Just
before their execution, the four men were visited by their minister and
they prayed together. The
following morning, the governor did not attend the execution, rather
keeping to his own rooms. As
the last man was being led forward to be hanged, he cursed Governor van
Noodt and challenged him to appear before God and answer for what he had
done. Then he too was hanged.
When the officers went to tell Governor van Noodt that his
sentences had been carried out, they found him dead apparently of a
heart attack in his chair, an expression of fear on his face. It is
said that his ghost still prowls the Castle at night.