The golden pool : $b A story of a forgotten mineFreeman, R. Austin (Richard Austin)
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The golden pool : $b A story of a forgotten mine
Freeman, R. Austin (Richard Austin)
British -- Africa -- Fiction; Mines and mineral resources -- Fiction
It was a curious life, less distasteful than I had expected, but very
hard work, for I had to be in the store soon after daybreak and
remained until near sunset, with only a short interval at midday.
I would earnestly recommend any explorer who wishes to attain to an
intimate knowledge of the people amongst whom he is dwelling, to open
a store and trade with them, for by so doing he will obtain an
acquaintance with their language, appearance, dress, habits, tastes,
disposition, and the natural productions of their country, which it is
practically impossible to reach under any other circumstances. To the
trader, as to one engaged in a rational and intelligible pursuit, the
native exhibits himself as he is, without any more reserve or
deception than the particular transaction seems to require, while to
the professed explorer he shows himself full of suspicion and
perversity. The mere pursuit of knowledge he neither understands nor
believes in, but attributes to the investigator some hidden and
sinister motive for his inquiries; whereas the actions and objects of
the trader, differing in nowise from those of native merchants, are
perfectly comprehensible to him. Hence the trader is treated by the
native with a frank familiarity in great contrast to the cautious
reserve that is exhibited towards the traveller, the official or the
missionary.
It thus happened that, before I had been ashore a month, I had begun
to get some insight into the manners and customs of the negro as
applied to commerce. My natural facility in picking up languages, too,
to which I have already referred, stood me in good stead, for I soon
acquired a quite useful collection of phrases in the local dialects,
particularly in the barbarous and unmusical Efé language which was
spoken around Quittáh, and the hardly more euphonious Adángme of the
people who came from beyond the Volta River.
I also began to learn, but in a more systematic manner, the simpler
and really melodious language of Hausa, of which Pereira had on his
shelves a dictionary and some selections by Dr. Schön. This was
indeed less useful than the local tongues, but I was not without the
means of exercising it, for it was spoken by the native troops, or
Hausa constabulary, who were constantly making small purchases at the
store, and by the itinerant merchants from the interior, whose visits
were somewhat rare, but who, when they did come, were rather extensive
buyers.
It was from one of these travelling merchants that I received the
first of the series of impulses that finally sent me wandering into
the unknown interior. This man, a Hausa named Amádu Dandaúra,
arrived at Quittáh when I had been there about two months, in company
with his two sons and a small caravan of slaves.
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