The narrative of an explorer in tropical South AfricaGalton, Francis
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The narrative of an explorer in tropical South Africa
Galton, Francis
South Africa -- Description and travel
These scoundrel Damaras wanted to misdirect us, and to send us eastwards
instead of northwards, to find out the Ovampo, but the women of the tribe
let out the secret to the wives of my Damaras, and the wives of course
told it to their husbands, who told it to me, so that their plans failed.
The tall guide took great pains to explain to us how innocent he was of
all guile, and that he would take us on to the Ovampo and do everything
we wanted, and also that it would be very convenient if I paid the calf I
had promised him in advance, as he had an opportunity of sending it home
now, which he would not have again. I mistrusted my friend—I never did
trust a Damara out of my sight—but he teased me and I gave him the calf.
Timboo was quite won by his agreeable address, and lent him his horse-rug
to sleep upon. The rascal of course sent away the calf, and decamped
with the rug the next night. Another savage took us on, and we came to a
little bit of a water-hole, then to another, on the succeeding day, where
there was a large werft, and we fraternised strongly with the people of
it. They confirmed what we had heard, of there being elephants ahead,
and pointed out a number of coppice-covered knolls, all about which
the animals were said to be feeding at that very time. We had passed
through a broad belt of palms, high, magnificent trees, with fan-shaped
leaves and prickly stems, bearing clusters of fruit exactly like that of
the North African doum palm, that is to say, a ruddy, dry fruit, with a
fibrous kernel that no power we had at command could make any impression
upon. I brought some specimens home with me, and they are planted at Kew
Gardens. Ivory was very common as an ornament among these Damaras, our
present guide sported a long string of ivory beads, which he wore like a
halter, it dangled from his neck down his back as far as his heels. The
size of these beads, which were carefully made, tapered gradually down,
from nearly the size of billiard-balls to that of hazel-nuts. He would
not sell his cherished ornament, though he very kindly offered to lend it
to me for a day or two, if I wished to wear it.
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