Narrative of a Mission to Central Africa Performed in the Years 1850-51, Volume 2: Under the Orders and at the Expense of Her Majesty's GovernmentRichardson, James
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Narrative of a Mission to Central Africa Performed in the Years 1850-51, Volume 2: Under the Orders and at the Expense of Her Majesty's Government
Richardson, James
Africa, Central -- Description and travel; Africa, North -- Description and travel; Richardson, James, 1806-1851
Near our enclosure is a long space full of bullocks and cows--some four
hundred and fifty. These are distributed amongst the whole population by
ones, twos, and threes. I have seen no herd but this, and if this is
really the only one, it speaks little for the wealth of the people of
Zinder. In fact, with regard to horses it is much the same,--the Shereef
can hardly find me a horse to ride on in the whole town.
Apparently, Zinder is a wretchedly poor place. All are needy, from the
Sarkee downwards, and when they get any property it all comes from the
razzias. The system of living on rapine and man-stealing seems to bring
its own punishment along with it.
A _posse_ of Tuarick patients assailed me very early this morning. The
Tuaricks, who have more intellect than the blacks, let loose their
imagination to fancy they have all sorts of complaints. Thus I have more
patients from them than from the people of Zinder, and am quite
undeceived as to my having done with this tribe when I entered the gates
of this town. There is, however, this difference now, that they treat me
with the greatest respect, and are very quiet, bringing presents instead
of demanding presents.
The Tuaricks of Gurasu, I hear, have a bad name, and are troublesome to
the Sheikh.
I went to the gardens this morning and yesterday morning--it is an
immense relief from the enclosure of huts in town--but have not observed
anything new. I am told that the suburbs of Kanou are full of palms.
Zinder, if the people were industrious, could have its forests of palms,
bearing luscious fruit twice a-year. But, alas! the excitement of the
razzia destroys the taste for all rational industry. What bandit could
ever settle down into a tiller of the ground?
_8th._--The people came this morning, in a great hurry, to take off the
luggage, and afterwards pretended that I should go to-morrow, whilst the
baggage must be forwarded to-day. This arrangement I positively refused
to comply with, being determined to stop no longer.
I went to take leave of the Sarkee. His highness had nothing to say, and
we as little to him. We just shook hands, and that was all. He is not
very well pleased with his late man-hunt. He still owes twenty thousand
dollars, which it will require a dozen such speculations to pay off. The
castle outside was besieged with soldiers, all lounging and listening to
two or three drummers. I am disgusted to see so many idle people. The
only novelty was four or five singing-women, who sung choruses inside
the walls to a drummer. All the soldiers in undress, or not going on
razzia, are bare-headed, and also nearly all the inhabitants of the
town. A few persons, mostly women, wear a piece of blue cotton cloth
over their heads, tied tight, so as to have the appearance of a cap. The
common sort of women go with their breasts bare; others, of higher rank,
drag up their skirts to cover their breasts; and a few add a piece of
cotton cloth, which they throw over their shoulders like a shawl.
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