In the Wilds of AfricaKingston, William Henry Giles
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In the Wilds of Africa
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Africa -- Juvenile fiction
We meantime had been employed in packing up, but instead of making Kate
and Bella carry burdens, we prepared a litter to carry them. Passing
through a dense forest, we saw before us the mountain range we hoped
soon to gain. Near the banks of the stream we passed a grove of curious
trees with short stems, on either side of which projected huge long
leaves with feather-like branches on the top. Amid them was an immense
number of clusters of nuts, each larger than a pigeon's egg. Chickango
ordered one of the men to climb up and bring down a cluster when he saw
us looking at them. On pressing the nuts even with our fingers, a
quantity of oil exuded; and Senhor Silva told us that the tree was the
_Cocos butyracea_, the oil extracted from which is exported in large
quantities from the neighbouring rivers, chiefly to Liverpool. We
calculated that the tree had fully eight hundred nuts on it; and as each
contains a considerable quantity of oil, it may be supposed how large an
amount a single tree produces. I had seen something of the trade on my
former visit to the coast, when I was at the Bonny river. We took
chiefly English manufactures to exchange for the oil, and a few bales of
glass beads from Germany. On entering the river we covered in the deck
with a mat roofing, to protect us from the sun and the tropical showers;
but before we could begin trading we had to pay a heavy duty to the old
king of the territory, of muskets, powder, tobacco, calicoes, woollen
caps, and, what he valued still more, several dozens of rum. The
dealers then made their appearance, and received advances of goods to
purchase oil in the interior, for the Bonny itself does not produce the
oil. Our next business was to erect a cask-house on shore, in which to
prepare the puncheons for the reception of the oil. This was brought
down in small quantities by the traders; and it took us nearly four
months to obtain about eight hundred puncheons, which our vessel
carried. The palm-oil or _pulla_, when brought to us, was of a rich
orange colour, and of the consistency of honey. To my surprise, the
morning after the first quantity arrived I found a basin full of it on
the breakfast-table, and learned that it was the custom to eat it
instead of butter; and very delicious it was. By the time it reaches
England, it has, however, obtained a disagreeable taste, totally
different from what it possesses when fresh. The palm-oil is about the
most valuable production of this part of Africa; and the natives are
beginning to discover that its collection is far more profitable to them
than the slave-trade.
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