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 country appeared to have become quite devoid of all landmarks, only
a few rising heads and long undulating ridges being visible, which I
could make no use of in triangulating. I had brought my triangulations
to within eleven hours of Elephant Fountain, and, indeed, with a slight
gap, to Elephant Fountain itself; but here it seemed that they must
cease, so I took a great number of lunars, to fix as accurately as I
could the position of the place. I had done the same at Okamabuti, which
was the northern limit, or near to it, of my network of triangles; that
of Walfisch Bay was given by Captain Owen’s survey, and I had taken many
sets at Barmen, as a check upon the whole. These were all observed with
a large sextant, for which I had contrived a stand; but in travelling on
ox-back I was obliged to leave this behind, as being much too cumbrous to
carry, and packed a small but excellent circle among plenty of stockings,
&c., in a fishing-basket, which I made a man strap on his back. With
this circle I had already taken sets for longitude at Ondonga, and I
proposed now doing the same at the most eastern point I should arrive at,
filling up the intermediate places by a careful dead reckoning, checked
by latitudes. I had so few subjects of interest in the journey, that
taking sets of observations, which would be a great nuisance to a person
under any other circumstances, was to me a source of occupation and a
great pleasure, and I slaved at it. It requires some care to “pit” one
observation against another, so as to eliminate the error of a doubtful
instrument.
The packing and unpacking is troublesome, and an instrument cannot be
left for a moment unguarded, or the goats will butt at it, the sheep and
dogs run over it, or the oxen brush against it; and it is cold work,
having to leave the fire, that its glare may be avoided, and to wait for
the culminating of one star after another.
We were detained longer than we ought to have been at Elephant Fountain,
by a break-down of Amiral’s waggon, just as he was starting, but, as
it was a light vehicle and the roads were level, a piece of green wood
was made into an axletree, and we were ready to proceed in two days.
Our dates were, left Jonker, August 30th; arrived at Elephant Fountain,
September 14th; proceeded, September 19th.
Hardly a Hottentot lived at Elephant Fountain, but there were large
werfts of Berg Damaras there, who of course belonged to Amiral. I
therefore felt no fear whatever at leaving my two men, for there is
security of life in the country of the Hottentots, and we parted in high
spirits for a six weeks’ tour, my time being limited by the expected
arrival of the ship at Walfisch Bay, from which I was now distant 156
hours (390 miles), or, with a single span of oxen, at least a month’s
journey off.
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