Richard Galbraith, Mariner; Or, Life among the KaffirsPhillips, E. W. (Emma Watts)
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Richard Galbraith, Mariner; Or, Life among the Kaffirs
Phillips, E. W. (Emma Watts)
Shipwrecks -- Fiction; South Africa -- Fiction
This time, however, the interview was not to take place in the hut, but
an open space, where I found him seated, surrounded by his councillors,
and with the rough jug containing the beloved joila, Kaffir beer, by his
side. Indeed, it seemed to me that he never moved without it, and so it
proved, eating and drinking being the prerogatives of a Kaffir chief.
Thus they alone of the race are fat.
Metilulu's dress was also different. No doubt he wished to awe me with
his appearance. On his head, stuck into the issikoko, were numerous
feathers of brilliant hues, some long and erect, others drooping by the
side of his dusky face. Fastened round his throat, so as to fall on his
chest, were the tails of wild animals, as the leopard; from his waist
fell others to the knee, so thickly as to answer the purpose of the
Kaffir apron, while hanging from the elbow and the calf of the leg was
the long white silky hair of some kind of goat, finally, a kaross or
cloak of splendid fur fell from his shoulders.
In his hand he carried an assagai, while a young Kaffir standing a
little behind, held his high oval shield. The councillors' costumes
were something similar, though their head-dresses were rather eccentric,
and they did not possess so many tails, which can only be procured by
killing the animals to whom they belong, and the Kaffir who does _that_,
will seldom be found to part with this trophy of his courage.
Being led up to Metilulu, I was told through the interpreter to sit
down, upon doing which I was ordered to begin my description of my
native land. They had heard of it--a country over there--pointing
northward; but they would hear more.
I instantly complied, and gave a glowing account of the power of
England, her wealth, and customs. To all, the chief and his councillors
listened with the greatest attention, and the only time he expressed
incredulity was on my mentioning it to be governed by a Queen.
"A woman!" he ejaculated, "impossible."
I assured him it was not so: that four queens had ruled England at
different periods.
"If so," he rejoined, of course through the interpreter, "how would you
have me believe the nation brave and warlike who could be governed by a
woman?"
Such a speech was not surprising, when it is remembered that the Kaffir
regards himself as a very superior being to a woman, whom, though termed
wife, he knows only as a servant to fulfil his behests, and wait upon
him in all minor offices. The only things a Kaffir does being to attend
to his beloved cows, which often he values far more highly than his
wives,--for polygamy is practised in Caffraria--to hunt, to smoke, and
to sleep.
In conclusion, I begged him not to regard me as an enemy, assuring him
if he were ever to visit my land that he would be treated as the great
man he was; therefore though only a poor sailor, I hoped he would not
hold me as a prisoner, but let me learn the habits and manners of his
people, in which I took much interest.
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