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
In the course of his Abyssinian journeyings, the traveller just
mentioned had occasion to pass through a place called Arendi, which
was governed by a female named Sittina, or the Lady. Our traveller
waited on this high and mighty personage. Upon entering the house, a
black slave laid hold of him by the hand, and placed him in a passage,
at the end of which were two opposite doors. Mr. Bruce did not well
know the reason of this; but staid only a few minutes, when he heard
one of the doors at the end of the passage open, and Sittina appeared
magnificently dressed, with a kind of round cap of solid gold upon the
crown of her head, all beaten very thin, and hung round with sequins;
with a variety of gold chains, solitaires, and necklaces of the same
metal, about her neck. Her hair was plaited in ten or twelve small
divisions like tails, which hung down below her waist; and over her
was thrown a common cotton white garment. She had a purple silk stole,
or scarf, hung very gracefully upon her back, brought again round her
waist, without covering her shoulders or arms. Upon her wrists she had
two bracelets like handcuffs, about half an inch thick, and two gold
manacles of the same at her feet, full an inch in diameter, the most
disagreeable and awkward part of her dress. Mr. Bruce expected she
would have hurried through with some affectation of surprise. On the
contrary, she stopped in the middle of the passage, saying, in a very
grave manner, “Kifhalec,--how are you?” Mr. Bruce thought this was an
opportunity of kissing her hand, which he did, without her shewing any
sort of reluctance. “Allow me as a physician, Madam,” said Mr. Bruce,
“to say one word.” She bowed with her head, and said, “Go in at that
door, and I will hear you.” The slave appeared, and carried him through
a door at the bottom of a passage into a room, while her mistress
vanished in at another door at the top, and there was the screen he had
seen the day before, and the lady behind it. She was a woman scarcely
forty, taller than the middle size, had a very round plump face, her
mouth rather large, very red lips, the finest teeth and eyes he had
seen; but at the top of her nose, and between her eyebrows, she had a
small speck made of antimony, four-cornered, and of the size of the
smallest patches formerly worn by ladies of fashion; another rather
longer upon the top of her nose, and one in the middle of her chin.
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