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
Ondonga, for that is the name of the land, is most uniform in its
appearance; and I should think no stranger could recollect his way
for any distance in it. I don’t know what we should have done here,
if I had brought my waggons. We could never have taken them across
the Ovampo fields, trespassing everywhere. The roads that the natives
and we travelled were only pathways through the stubble; and we were
particularly requested to keep to them. There was hardly any grass
whatever, it was perfectly eaten up; and the Ovampo oxen had been sent
away to distant cattle-posts on every side to get food. They were now
being driven back in small herds to eat off the stubble upon the farms of
their owners. By each homestead were five or six cows and a quantity of
goats, very small, but yielding a great deal of milk. To give water even
to these was a great difficulty, for the wells have to be dug twenty or
thirty feet deep through the sandy soil before water is reached; and then
it oozes out so slowly that only a very limited supply can be obtained.
There had been great trouble in getting even my small drove of cattle
watered; but Chik said that there were some vleys still left, which were
Nangoro’s property; but to which he would probably allow my oxen to be
driven. The Ovampo make a great fuss about water; if I wanted any to
drink I had to buy it with beads. I was greatly pleased with the mutual
good-will and cordiality that evidently existed among the Ovampo; they
were all plump and well fed; even the blind old people, who are such
wretched objects in Damara-land, were here well tended and fat. They
looked shy at me; but Chik had been impressing upon me during the whole
of our journey that his countrymen would all keep away until Nangoro had
seen and approved of me, then they would come from all sides, and be as
civil as possible. Chik introduced me to some of his most particular
friends, who were very hospitable indeed, stopping us on the road, and
giving us beer and biscuits, and such-like luxuries. The beer is not to
be despised, although it is very thin and sweet; it is made from crushed
corn and water, and takes two or three days before it is quite ready. I
should think that a person must drink immense quantities before he could
become intoxicated with it, but two or three tumblers full make one
sleepy.
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