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
Nangoro came to my encampment one morning for a chat, and to see the
guns fired; we talked about the countries to the north, and of the great
river, which was four long or five easy days’ journey ahead, but towards
visiting which I could obtain no offer of assistance from him. He told
me that the traders (Portuguese) who went there never crossed it, but
that his people went to them and were ferried across by the Ovapangari.
I had become quite familiar with this river by hearsay, as nearly every
Ovampo had been there, and many Damaras also. There were some runaway
slaves from Benguela who knew all the places marked in the usual maps, as
Caconda, Bihe, Quinbumba, and so forth, and spoke of the houses of many
stories with great wonder. The river runs from east to west, and with
a very rapid current, so much so that boats never went up it, but only
ferried from side to side; the breadth of the river was so great, that
though a man’s shouting could be heard perfectly across it, yet his words
could not. They said it was very deep, and full of alligators. It ran
down to near the sea, and there it ended in a large pool, percolating,
of course, like very many other large African rivers, through the sands.
In this pool were great numbers of hippopotami, and the sand between
it and the sea was so soft and treacherous that people could not walk
over it. The names of the people who lived along it I have put down on
the map at the places they were described to inhabit. The Damaras call
them all “Ovampo.” The traders who go down to this river to barter have
occasionally horses (their spoor, neigh, and gallop, all being mimicked
to me). They bring brandy, beads, and assegais, to exchange for ivory
and cattle. These traders must be very nearly black, because not only
the colour of our skin but the straightness of our hair was a constant
marvel to the Ovampo. They wondered if we were white all over, and I
victimised John Allen, who had to strip very frequently to satisfy the
inquisitiveness of our hosts. Nangoro positively refused to believe
in the existence of any country which was inhabited by whites alone.
He seemed to consider them as rare migratory animals of unaccountable
manners but considerable intelligence, who were found here and there, but
who existed in no place as lords of the land.
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