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
I have no fancy for their houses; they are so absurdly small. They are
circular, five and a half feet across, and three feet high, with a
conical thatched roof above all; the door is two feet high, and one and
a half broad. Nangoro sleeps in the open air under a shed, as he is too
fat to creep into one of these houses. Each hut is occupied by an entire
family: a husband, a wife, and a few small children; and when the door
is closed by the mat, and a cozy fire made in the middle of the hut, they
must find the atmosphere particularly genial and sweet. Their utensils
are remarkably neat; they have wooden cups, beer ladles, spoons, and so
forth. I regretted much that I had not enough things of exchange to buy
some of these which took my fancy. Their dagger-knives were creditably
made, and very pretty. The knife was set into a wooden handle, and fitted
into a wooden sheath; but both handle and sheath were in part covered
with copper plating, and in part wound round with copper wire beaten
square. There is plenty of copper in this country. The Bushmen brought us
quantities of ore at Otchikoto.
Tippoo took me to see a blacksmith; but his bellows were scarcely larger
than an accordian, and were worked in a similar manner. He was not a
successful artificer. I had occasion to make inquiries for a professional
gentleman, a dentist, as one of my teeth had ached so horribly that I
could hardly endure it. He was employed at a distance; but I subsequently
witnessed, though I did not myself undergo the exercise of his skill.
He brought a piece of the back sinew of a sheep, which forms a kind of
catgut, and tied this round the unhappy tooth; the spare end of the
catgut was wound round a stout piece of stick, and this he rolled up
tight to the tooth, and then prised with all his force against the jaw
till something gave way. I saw the wretched patient sitting for the rest
of the day with his head between his knees, and his hands against his
temples.
The practice of surgery is rather rude among the Ovampo. Timboo had run
a thorn very deeply into his hand; it did not remain in, but the prick
caused a painful abscess, which pointed and partly broke. He applied to
the Ovampo doctor, whose measures were simple: he squatted down, resting
Timboo’s hand upon his knee, and then grasped a tough stick with both
hands, with which he energetically kneaded down the swelling. Timboo
endured the operation without a cry; but a black can bear anything.
There are no diseases in these parts except slight fever, frequent
ophthalmia, and stomach complaints. I kept a bottle full of eye-water for
the sufferers from ophthalmia, and stuck a feather into the bottom of its
cork, with which I could paint the eyes of a whole row of patients one
after the other.
[Illustration: OVAMPO WEAPONS, UTENSILS, ETC.]
CHAPTER VIII.
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