An ivory trader in North Kenia : $b the record of an expedition through Kikuyu to Galla-land in east equatorial Africa; with an account of the Rendili and Burkeneji tribesArkell-Hardwick, A. (Alfred)
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An ivory trader in North Kenia : $b the record of an expedition through Kikuyu to Galla-land in east equatorial Africa; with an account of the Rendili and Burkeneji tribes
Arkell-Hardwick, A. (Alfred)
Africa, East -- Description and travel; Ethnology -- Africa, East; Rendille (African people); Samburu (African people)
He assented to this, and in a little while rose and retired, presumably
to bring the tusk. For over two hours we waited expectantly, but
he did not return, and we were just thinking of sending over to
Bei-Munithu for an explanation when that gentleman himself appeared,
leading forward a native still more ancient than our former visitor.
This latter individual slowly seated himself in front of our tent and
solemnly chewed a twig which he drew from a bundle of similar ones
carried in his belt.[6] The ancient gentleman munched away for some
minutes, and finally condescended to speak. He announced, between
chews, that he owned a tusk of ivory which he wished to sell us. We,
metaphorically, hugged ourselves. Two tusks in one afternoon! But we
received a rude shock when the interpreter informed us that the old
gentleman was referring to the same tusk.
“Why,” we explained, “the owner has already called upon us, and we have
completed the bargain.”
“Oh no,” said the old savage, “that was a young man sent to bargain
with you” (practically testing the market). “I am the owner.”
“Very well,” said we. “We don’t care whom it belongs to so long as it
is sold to us; and the sooner the better.”
“But,” said the old savage, “I want a cow and _four_ sheep!”
We grew heated, and told him to go to Heligoland, or words to that
effect; but he refused to depart thither.
“The other man,” he said, “like all young men, was very rash, and
exceeded his instructions. I myself could not think of letting such a
beautiful tusk go for less than one cow, a _good_ cow, and four sheep.”
We remained firm, however, and he finally agreed to let us have the
tusk at the original price. He then retired, while we wiped our
perspiring foreheads and took a nice long drink of brackish water.
At that moment a messenger arrived from M’thara with a note to me from
George, asking me to return as soon as possible, he being very ill with
fever. El Hakim had intended returning on the morrow, since we were
still waiting for news from G’nainu of our missing men, though we had
lost all hope of their being still alive.
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