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
“When all is ready the guide rises and shoulders his load, which is
never one of the lightest. He deliberately raises his furled flag--a
plain blood red, the sign of a caravan from Zanzibar--much tattered
by the thorns, and is followed by a privileged Pagazi tom-toming upon
a kettle-drum much resembling a European hour-glass. This dignitary
is robed in the splendour of scarlet broadcloth, a narrow piece about
six feet long with a central aperture for the neck, and with streamers
dangling before and behind; he also wears some wonderful head-dress,
the spoils of a white and black monkey on the barred skin of a wild cat
crowning the head, bound round the throat, hanging over the shoulders,
and capped with a tall cup-shaped bunch of owl’s feathers or the
glorious plumes of the crested crane. His insignia of office are the
kipungo or fly-flapper, the tail of some beast, which he affixes to
his person as if it were a natural growth, the kome, or hooked iron
spit, decorated with a central sausage of parti-coloured beads, and a
variety of oily little gourds containing snuff, simples, and medicine
for the road, strapped round his waist. He leads the caravan, and the
better to secure the obedience of his followers he has paid them in a
sheep or a goat the value of what he will recover by fees and rations:
the head of every animal slaughtered in camp and the presents at the
end of the journey are exclusively his. A man guilty of preceding the
Pagazi is liable to fine, and an arrow is extracted from his quiver
to substantiate his identity at the end of the march. Pouring out of
the kraal in a disorderly mob, the porters stack their goods at some
tree distant but a few hundred yards, and allow the late and lazy and
the invalids to join the main body. Generally at this conjuncture the
huts are fired by neglect or mischievousness. The khambi, especially
in winter, burns like tinder, and the next caravan will find a heap
of hot ashes and a few charred sticks still standing. Yet by way of
contrast, the Pagazi will often take the trouble to denote by the usual
signposts to those following them that water is at hand; here and there
a little facetiousness appears in these directions, a mouth is cut in
the tree trunk to admit a bit of wood simulating a pipe, with other
representations still more waggish.
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