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
To prevent my again straying, I was obliged to
bend forward and walk, almost creep, along a kind of tunnel, pulling up
a few stalks and letting them fall, as a guide in case I should have to
return. Though in my elevated quarters the dew had been slight, on the
ground it had been very heavy, and in a few minutes I was completely
drenched. When I emerged at the other extremity of this path, which was
about half-a-mile long, and was again enabled to look round, I saw a
little curling smoke, towards which I immediately made and found a few
huts. Some Aborigines appeared, and, after their surprise had subsided,
I managed to explain by means of a few broken Hausa words, that I had
lost my way, had spent the night in a tree, and now wished to get to
Wuza. They pointed out the way to me, but as it was not very evident to
my European senses, I induced one to come with me as a guide, and we
accordingly trudged along through mud and water by a route, which, to
any but a thorough-bred native, would have been impossible to keep to.
After walking, or rather wading in this manner for two or three miles,
we fell in with my black servant and a couple of men armed to the
teeth, going in search of me. They could hardly believe me, especially
when I told them how I had passed the night, for they had already
consigned me to the jaws of the wild beasts which abound in this
neighbourhood. I accordingly dismissed my guide, a happy man, with my
pocket handkerchief, which was all I had to give him, and continued my
walk to Wuza, at which I arrived about nine o’clock, after a morning’s
jaunt of nine or ten miles. The natives who were three in number, were
astonished at my appearance and my story, and were no less surprised
when they saw me devouring, with great gusto, my breakfast, which the
steward had very considerately provided for me, and which was the first
food I had tasted for twenty hours.”
It may be worth while to enquire how that renowned sojourner among the
most savage people on the face of the earth, Dr. Livingstone, spends
one of his many thousand nights in barbarous company. The worthy doctor
thus responds:
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