Before the dancing commenced one could walk about and breathe without
any extraordinary discomfort, but after that the _bouquet d’Afrique_
really became quite too, too. I have always held very much the same
opinion about dancing as that expressed by the pacha in Salmagundi, and
I should have liked then to have been seated afar off on some eminence
with a good telescope. It was pitiful to observe the struggles of
the _belles_ to appear cool (these poor creatures cannot, of course,
like their European sisters, use powder, unless indeed, they used
gunpowder or coal-dust), and how at last they gave it up as hopeless,
and used their handkerchiefs energetically. A new Administrator had
arrived at Lagos a few days previously, and he had to open the ball
with the leading Lagos lady. Poor man, he did not seem at all at home,
and was evidently unaccustomed to move in such high society. After the
ceremony was over he kept going about like one dazed, rubbing his hands
together, and bowing and asking what would be the next article. Some
people said that the infliction had been too much for his brain, and
that he was thinking of his earlier days, but I don’t know.
I noticed that the negro gentlemen were scrupulously polite and
dignified, and talked, so to speak, on conversational stilts; the
ladies tried hard to do the same, but the high pressure was too much
for them. One sable beau went up to a charming creature in pink and
yellow, and, bowing by a succession of jerks, said:--
“May I, Miss, enjoy the unparalleled gratification of your hand for the
next polka?”
The giddy young thing replied:--
“Oh I yes, Mr. Smith--I’m orful fond of polking--Good Lard! what a fine
coat you’ve got. I ’spect that cloth cost quite two dollars a yard
now, didn’t it?”
Later on, when the fumes of the gooseberry wine, brandy, and rum began
to mount to the heads of the assembly, a good deal of the veneering
came off the manners and morals, and violent embracings took place in
the more retired spots. Then one or two personal encounters occurred
between jealous swains, while others, under the influence of ardent
spirits, came and tried to pick quarrels with the few Europeans who
were present, so I went away just as the orgie was beginning.
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