Household words, No. 26, September 21, 1850 : $b A weekly journal
General
Household words, No. 26, September 21, 1850 : $b A weekly journal
English literature -- Periodicals
Of the Cape Trade, the most peculiar and profitable branch is that with
the native tribes. At present it is carried on in the most primitive
style. A trader will load a couple of waggons with such goods as are
likely to sell among savages. Coarse cloth, smart Manchester printed
calicoes, blankets, beads, brass curtain-rings (worn by the natives
as ornaments on their arms), soldiers’ jackets, wide-awake hats,
&c. With this load he will proceed across the colonial boundary,
and penetrate as far as he pleases into the interior, calling where
experience has shown him he is likely to find customers, and selling
his goods like a hawker, or “Cheap Jack,” in England. But he seldom
obtains _money_ for his goods,--nor does he wish for it. He gets
ivory, ostrich feathers, wild-beast skins, horns, and, in fact, all the
rarest trophies of the chase. With these he reloads his waggons for
his return home, and reaches the Colony after, perhaps, six or eight
months’ absence, with a load which fetches him at once, seven or eight
hundred--sometimes a thousand--pounds in exchange for his outlay of one
hundred and fifty pounds.
It seems clear that the establishment of trading stations in the
interior of Southern Africa would be most profitable to the projectors,
and most advantageous to the native tribes, by accustoming them to the
sights and habits of a civilised life.
The shopkeepers are rather jealous of the merchants at the Cape.
The latter are very often so undignified as to sell a dozen pair of
stockings or a single hat, to the exceeding disgust of retailers.
A Cape shop is a curiosity. It strikes a man as odd, to buy his boots
and his cheese, or his hat and his sugar, at the same shop,--still more
odd to purchase his wife a Chinese shawl and his child a peg-top in the
same establishment.
* * * * *
The Wild Sports of South Africa have been celebrated by many a writer,
from Major Cornwallis Harris down to Mr. Gordon Cumming. For large game
the country is perhaps the finest sporting ground in the world. People
come even from India to hunt the lion and the buffalo, the rhinoceros
and the hippopotamus, the elephant, the giraffe, and the innumerable
varieties of wild deer, from the delicate and graceful springbok to the
heavy and powerful gnu. Some of the most dreaded amongst them are not
nearly so terrible as travellers’ tales would persuade “the gentlemen
of England who sit at home at ease.”
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