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 most of the inhabitants soon visited us, and all appeared
pleased at our arrival. The kadi of the two neighbouring towns paid
us many compliments, and pressed us hard to spend a few days in his
towns. We could not take advantage of his offer, which was no doubt
of a selfish nature; for I had not conversed long with him before
he began to beg a shirt. I told him mine could be of no use to him,
as it was very different from those of the country. On that he asked
for a dollar to buy one, which I took care to refuse; and said to
him, that I only gave presents of money to the poor. The people
made numerous urgent demands for medicines; and, in a very short
time, our large tent was surrounded with sick: the female part
formed the majority. Some beautiful faces and forms were clothed
in rags: the plaited hair and necks of these even were loaded with
ornaments. The physiognomy of the women, as well as of the men,
is of two kinds,—that of the Bedouin Arab and Fezzaneer, with
mixtures also which it would puzzle a physiognomist to discover
and describe. The females are rather under the middle stature,
stoutly built, and possess considerable vivacity and liveliness:
complexion of those not much exposed to the sun of a dirty white.
Thursday, July 4.—Numbers of patients greatly augmented, and
several of the applicants brought small presents for medicines, such
as a bowl of liban. I was also applied to in a new capacity—that
of a charm writer. A man came and offered me two fowls if I would
give him a charm for a disease of the belly; but I was obliged
to decline the office of charm writer, and confine myself to cure
diseases by medicine. A buxom widow applied for medicine to get her
a husband. It is not good to pretend ignorance: I therefore told
her I had no such medicine along with me. The same worthy personage
took my friend Clapperton for an old man—from his light coloured
beard and mustachios—to my great amusement, and his chagrin. He
had prided himself on the strength and bushiness of his beard, and
was not a little hurt that light colour should be taken as a mark of
old age. None of them had ever seen a light coloured beard before,
and all the old men dye their grey beards with henna, which gives
them a colour approaching that of my friend.
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