Campaigning in Kaffirland; Or, Scenes and Adventures in the Kaffir War of 1851-52King, William Ross
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Campaigning in Kaffirland; Or, Scenes and Adventures in the Kaffir War of 1851-52
King, William Ross
South Africa -- History -- Frontier Wars, 1811-1878
In this way they sat and passed the time until their grand banquet
was ready, which we saw preparing on the fire in the shape of a large
three-legged iron pot full of tripe and offal, from which issued a
reeking steam of most unsavoury odour. Others with long festoons of
unwashed intestines in their hands roasted them bit by bit on the
glowing embers, and holding the frizzling end between their teeth cut
it off with their sharp assegais so closely as to make one quake for
the safety of their protuberant lips; after helping himself, the envied
owner would do a few inches more for his neighbour, sticking it into
his open mouth for him burning hot, and sever it in like manner.
The fondness of the Fingo for animal food is extraordinary, and when in
the field he will do almost anything to obtain it; the daily ration is
a mere trifle to him, serving only to whet his appetite, and in spite
of the consequent severe self-punishment of being two days without, he
cannot resist devouring the whole issue of "three days' rations" at one
glorious meal. Marrow bones, however, are his especial weakness, and it
is quite a picture to watch him roasting them in the hot wood ashes,
affectionately turning them over, his happy face all beaming with oil
and smiles, and then breaking the unctuous luxuries between two smooth
stones, which, as well as the bones, are licked perfectly clean, and
after a minute and repeated inspection reluctantly thrown away with a
sigh of regret.
Notwithstanding this propensity for flesh, the Fingo, like the Kaffir,
seldom touches it in time of peace, but keeps his cattle to look at
and admire, living entirely on pumpkins, maize, Kaffir-corn, roots, and
milk. The greater part of the latter is obtained from goats, of which
they frequently possess very large flocks; it is never used except
sour, a small quantity being always retained in the milking vessels to
turn the new milk. It is most excellent; and in spite of the black,
dirty looking grass baskets in which they keep it, we never could
resist the cool refreshing draught. They believe that if the milk of
a cow or goat is drunk in its natural state, the animal will at once
cease to give any more.
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