Stirring scenes in savage lands : $b An account of the manners, customs, habits and recreations, peaceful and warlike, of the uncivilised worldGreenwood, James
History
Stirring scenes in savage lands : $b An account of the manners, customs, habits and recreations, peaceful and warlike, of the uncivilised world
Greenwood, James
Anthropology
“What noise is that? Female voices outside. Who in the name of goodness
are they, passing and repassing in the king’s harem--ever gabbling,
gabbling, gabbling! This amusement going on during the whole livelong
night with the companionship of the rats, musquitoes, and bull-frogs
put a thousand strange notions into my head. Can they be going to
the creek-side to sacrifice, perhaps infants? Are they on their way
to undergo the process of laving in that sweet stream? If the former
be their purpose, they must be out-Heroding Herod; if the latter, a
Turkish bath with shampooing of curry comb would seem very appropriate
for the majority of the ladies whom I saw to-day in the streets, and
whose bodies were daubed over with a greasy cosmetic of red (styled in
the Nimbe language Umbia), which gives the anointed the semblance of a
highly tinged red Indian. But down they go and back they come, never
tiring, never relenting, never showing compassion, till morning dawned,
when I opened the door cautiously, and looked out.
“Some were standing in the mud, others were lifting fish and nets
out of canoes. They were the king’s fisherwomen. Following their
professional pursuits during the night, they had kept me in this
condition of restless curiosity. Talk of Billingsgate indeed! I looked
at them and there they were, wet, muddy, and slimy, like so many ebony
mermaids, but still prattling and talking, their tongues clattering as
if these organs were so many untirable steam engines.
“There was no use in giving them a bit of my mind, for I did not
understand a word of their language, and they did not comprehend mine.
It may be useless to record that I did not go down on my knees in the
mud to pray for them. I was unheroic enough to imagine that a wiser
thing than that, as far as my own comfort was concerned, would be to
quit the Nimbe country as soon as I could: so my boys having got into
the boat, I gave his sable majesty a more fervent than friendly shake
of the hand, and turned my back on his territory with feelings in which
I cannot say there were any sentiments of regret.”
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