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
The Ovampo had little pipkins to cook in, and eat corn (milice) steeped
in hot water; they also eat some salt, which the Damaras never take by
any chance. In fact the Damaras could not get it, for there is no salt
in their land. There are salt-springs in the lower part of the Swakop,
near where we first struck it when we left Scheppmansdorf, and there
are large saltpans, as I afterwards found out, in Ovampo-land, and also
in the far east, but none whatever in Damara-land. In Europe it is
generally supposed that salt is a necessary of life, but here we never
found it so; I was once on a riding excursion with Andersson and three
other men for six weeks, and a pill-box full of salt was all we used.
We had then nothing else whatever but meat and coffee, the latter of
which, after a certain degree of “condition” has been obtained, is also
a very unnecessary superfluity, and one that I could at any time abandon
without regret. The Namaquas occasionally use salt, but they set no store
upon it. There is no doubt that people who live on meat and milk would
require salt much less than those who live on vegetables, but half the
Damaras subsist simply on pig-nuts,—the most worthless and indigestible
of food, and requiring to be eaten in excessive quantities to afford
enough nourishment to support life. The Hottentots by Walfisch Bay, who
live almost entirely on the ’nara gourd, and who have the sea on one
side and salt-springs in front of them, hardly ever take the trouble to
collect salt, which they certainly would do if they felt that craving
for it which distresses many Europeans. The last fact that I have to
mention with reference to salt, is that the game in the Swakop do not
frequent the salt rocks to lick them, as they do in America. I visited
these salt rocks (below Oosop) when there had been plenty of game about,
and when the spoors of a month old were perfectly distinct, yet no tracks
led to the salt which hung down like stalactites from the rock, from one
to twenty feet above the ground, at a place where a small brack-spring
dribbles over it, and which was perfectly accessible, and in full view.[1]
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