The Stars And The Stars' Road

: Outa Karel's Stories

Darkly-blue and illimitable, the arc of the sky hung over the great

Karroo like a canopy of softest velvet, making a deep, mysterious

background for the myriad stars, which twinkled brightly at a frosty


The three little boys, gathered at the window, pointed out to each

other the constellations with which Cousin Minnie had made them

familiar, and were deep in a discussion as to the nature and number
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of the stars composing the Milky Way when Outa shuffled in.

"Outa, do you think there are a billion stars up there in the Milky

Way?" asked Willem.

"A billion, you know," explained Pietie, "is a thousand million,

and it would take months to count even one million."

"Aja, baasje," said the old man readily, seizing, with native

adroitness, the unknown word and making it his own, "then there will

surely be a billion stars up there. Perhaps," he added, judicially

considering the matter, "two billion, but no one knows, because no

one can ever count them. They are too many. And to think that that

bright road in the sky is made of wood ashes, after all."

He settled himself on his stool, and his little audience came to


"Yes, my baasjes," he went on, "long, long ago, the sky was dark at

night when the Old Man with the bright armpits lay down to sleep,

but people learned in time to make fires to light up the darkness;

and one night a girl, who sat warming herself by a wood fire, played

with the ashes. She took the ashes in her hands and threw them up to

see how pretty they were when they floated in the air. And as they

floated away she put green bushes on the fire and stirred it with a

stick. Bright sparks flew out and went high, high, mixing with the

silver ashes, and they all hung in the air and made a bright road

across the sky. And there it is to this day. Baasjes call it the

Milky Way, but Outa calls it the Stars' Road.

"Ai! but the girl was pleased! She clapped her hands and danced,

shaking herself like Outa's people do when they are happy, and


'The little stars! The tiny stars!

They make a road for other stars.

Ash of wood-fire! Dust of the Sun!

They call the Dawn when Night is done!'

"Then she took some of the roots she had been eating and threw them

into the sky, and there they hung and turned into large stars. The

old roots turned into stars that gave a red light, and the young

roots turned into stars that gave a golden light. There they all

hung, winking and twinkling and singing. Yes, singing, my baasjes,

and this is what they sang:--

'We are children of the Sun!

It's so! It's so! It's so!

Him we call when Night is done!

It's so! It's so! It's so!

Bright we sail across the sky

By the Stars' Road, high, so high;

And we, twinkling, smile at you,

As we sail across the blue!

It's so! It's so! It's so!'

"Baasjes know, when the stars twinkle up there in the sky they are

like little children nodding their heads and saying, 'It's so! It's

so! It's so!'" At each repetition Outa nodded and winked, and the

children, with antics of approval, followed suit.

"Baasjes have sometimes seen a star fall?" Three little heads nodded

in concert.

"When a star falls," said the old man impressively, "it tells us

someone has died. For the star knows when a person's heart fails and

the person dies, and it falls from the sky to tell those at a distance

that someone they know has died. [5]

"One star grew and grew till he was much larger than the others. He

was the Great Star, and, singing, he named the other stars. He called

each one by name, till they all had their names, and in this way they

knew that he was the Great Star. No other could have done so. Then

when he had finished, they all sang together and praised the Great

Star, who had named them. [6]

"Now, when the day is done, they walk across the sky on each side

of the Stars' Road. It shows them the way. And when Night is over,

they turn back and sail again by the Stars' Road to call the Daybreak,

that goes before the Sun. The Star that leads the way is a big bright

star. He is called the Dawn's-Heart Star, and in the dark, dark hour,

before the Stars have called the Dawn, he shines--ach! baasjes, he

is beautiful to behold! The wife and the child of the Dawn's-Heart

Star are pretty, too, but not so big and bright as he. They sail on

in front, and then they wait--wait for the other Stars to turn back

and sail along the Stars' Road, calling, calling the Dawn, and for the

Sun to come up from under the world, where he has been lying asleep.

"They call and sing, twinkling as they sing:--

'We call across the sky,

Dawn! Come, Dawn!

You, that are like a young maid newly risen,

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes!

You, that come stretching bright hands to the sky,

Pointing the way for the Sun!

Before whose smile the Stars faint and grow pale,

And the Stars' Road melts away.

Dawn! Come Dawn!

We call across the sky,

And the Dawn's-Heart Star is waiting.

It's so! It's so! It's so!'

"So they sing, baasjes, because they know they are soon going out.

"Then slowly the Dawn comes, rubbing her eyes, smiling, stretching out

bright fingers, chasing the darkness away. The Stars grow faint and

the Stars' Road fades, while the Dawn makes a bright pathway for the

Sun. At last he comes with both arms lifted high, and the brightness,

streaming from under them, makes day for the world, and wakes people

to their work and play.

"But the little Stars wait till he sleeps again before they begin

their singing. Summer is the time when they sing best, but even now,

if baasjes look out of the window they will see the Stars, twinkling

and singing."

The children ran to the window and gazed out into the starlit

heavens. The last sight Outa had, as he drained the soopje glass

the Baas was just in time to hand him, was of three little heads

bobbing up and down in time to the immemorial music of the Stars,

while little Jan's excited treble rang out: "Yes, it's quite true,

Outa. They do say, 'It's so! It's so! It's so!'"