Narrative of travels and discoveries in Northern and Central Africa, in the years 1822, 1823, and 1824Denham, Dixon
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Narrative of travels and discoveries in Northern and Central Africa, in the years 1822, 1823, and 1824
Denham, Dixon
Africa, Central -- Description and travel; Africa, North -- Description and travel; Natural history -- Africa, North
The money market, however, of Loggun, has its fluctuations: the value
of this “circulating medium” is settled by proclamation, at the
commencement of the weekly market, every Wednesday; and speculations
are made, by the bulls and bears, according to their belief of its
rise or fall. Previous to the sultan’s receiving tribute or duty
on bullocks or indigo, the delatoo generally proclaims the currency
to be below par; while, on the contrary, when he has purchases
to make for his household, preparatory to one of their feasts,
the value of the metal is invariably increased. The proclamation
of the value of the metal always excites an amazing disturbance,
as if some were losers and some gainers by the variation.
They are a much handsomer race than the Bornouese, and far more
intelligent—the women particularly so; and they possess a superior
carriage and manner to any negro nation I had seen. The ladies of
the principal persons of the country visited me, accompanied by
one or more female slaves. They examined every thing, even to the
pockets of my trowsers; and more inquisitive ladies I never saw in
any country: they begged for every thing, and nearly all attempted
to steal something; when found out, they only laughed heartily,
clapped their hands together, and exclaimed, “Why, how sharp he
is! Only think! Why he caught us!” If they may be said to excel
my Bornou friends in accomplishments, they fall far behind them in
modesty. They are passionately fond of cloves, which, when pounded
and mixed with fat, they rub over their hair and skin. To give them
their due, they are the cleverest and the most immoral race I had
met with in the Black country.
I was not a little surprised the next day at hearing that there were
two sultans, father and son, both at the head of strong parties,
and both equally fearing and hating each other: that I had seen
the son, but that it was absolutely necessary to give the elder
at least as much as I had given the younger one. I remonstrated;
but Bellal assured me that his slaves were the most expert thieves
in the kingdom—that no walls could stop them if the sultan once
gave the word “Forage.” There was no alternative; so putting ten
dollars in a stocking, and tying up in a French silk handkerchief
two strings of coral, and a few cloves, with six gilt basket-buttons,
I presented him with them, and had the pleasure of hearing that his
majesty was highly gratified by the present. Of the bad terms on
which these rival sultans were, notwithstanding their consanguinity,
I had pretty good proofs, by their both sending to me for poison in
secret; “that would not lie,” to use their own expression. The
_mai n’bussa_, the young sultan, as the son was called, sent me
three female slaves, under fifteen years of age, as an inducement;
whom I returned, explaining, in pretty strong terms, our abhorrence
of such proceedings; for which I had the satisfaction of hearing
myself, and all my countrymen, pronounced fools a hundred times over.
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