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 were very quiet and sociable; they always seemed to make
a point of giving orders in a low tone of voice, and if possible
aside. They _can_ count, for they explained to me at once the number of
Nangoro’s wives, 105, using their fingers rapidly to show the number.
They also counted my oxen as quickly as I could have done it myself. The
next day we returned with them, and on the morrow reached my werft. The
Ovampo traders then separated into bands, and went about the country
bartering. Chik alone remained behind and received such oxen as were from
time to time sent to him. He spent most of his time with me, and told me
a great deal about the Ovampo and Nangoro. We found that it would require
more than a fortnight’s steady travel to get there. My cattle were
becoming very thin, and I could ill spare the three weeks that the Ovampo
kept me waiting. The grass on this side of the Omoramba was different to
that on the other, and the sheep fell off sadly from the change of food,
and were hardly worth eating; their tails, once so full of luscious fat,
as is the case with all African sheep, were now reduced to cords. There
was no game about for us to shoot, and the steady consumption of an ox
in every three days told heavily upon my slaughter-cattle. Chapupa would
not sell me anything. I think he dared not for fear of offending his old
customers—the Ovampo—and the market was not extensive enough for all of
us. I therefore saw clearly that my head-quarters had no chance of being
removed further to the north unless I met with a sufficiency of game in
Ovampo-land to support my party, or unless my articles of exchange would
buy me an abundance of provisions there. I exhibited all that I had to
Chik, and he told me what to take, and what to leave behind; but showed
very little rapture about anything except some red beads and some bars
of iron. At my request he arranged a present for Nangoro. An ox was
essential, then a handful of red beads, and I added my steel-scabbarded
sword, a looking-glass, and a few other things. I took the great crown,
but said nothing about it.
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