French enterprise in Africa : $b the personal narrative of Lieut. Hourst of his exploration of the NigerHourst
History
French enterprise in Africa : $b the personal narrative of Lieut. Hourst of his exploration of the Niger
Hourst
French -- Sudan; Mali -- Description and travel; Niger River -- Description and travel; Tuaregs
The first thing in the morning we used to see the native traders
squatting on the bank opposite Fort Archinard waiting for the little
barge worked by a few men, to go over and fetch them. Most of these
merchants I must add were women, and I really do think that before
they left Say they must have passed an examination in ugliness,
for I never saw such frights anywhere as our first lady visitors
here. As time goes on I know many discover something like beauty
in native women, and there are some who think them as good-looking
as their sisters of pale complexions. Even those who do not exactly
admire them are interested in them because they are types of a race,
but for all that, negresses, like English women when they are ugly
at all, are really revoltingly ugly.
[Illustration: OUR MARKET AT FORT ARCHINARD.]
Well, ugly or not, our market-women soon set out their wares on a
kind of platform a little up-stream from the camp. The _bugnul_, or
negro trader, has his own particular mode of proceeding; he does not
expect to be spoken to, everything is done by gesture. The _djula_, or
merchant, crouches on the ground, with his wares spread out in front
of him. The buyer passes along, looks at the wares, and offers his
cowries or cloth in exchange. If the price is suitable the bargain
is concluded, if not the _djula_ shakes his head, making a sign,
signifying “No,” and the would-be buyer goes away or squats
down himself to await his time. Sometimes the price is lowered, or
the purchaser adds a few cowries to his original offer. There is
none of the noise usual in European markets, none of the flow of
language so characteristic of them. Each party to a bargain tries
to tire out the other, but neither of them wastes any words.
[Illustration: MARKET AT FORT ARCHINARD.]
The first price asked by a negro is never the same as that he means
to take. A reduction of at least half, sometimes much more, is made.
Not knowing what attitude the Koyraberos might assume towards us
in the future, our first care on our arrival at the site of Fort
Archinard was to take advantage of their present good-will, and buy
in a good store of cereals and animals.
We soon made up our minds what prices we would give, for the
circumstances were exceptional, and we wanted rice or millet and
sheep enough to last us for three months. That once accomplished,
we could afford to think of economy and fix our own prices. The
currency employed was white cloth, and my private opinion is that
certain commercial arrangements were agreed upon amongst the notables
of Say, showing no mean intelligence on their part. They meant to
buy up all our merchandise, whether cloth, copper, or beads.
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