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
Hear the Fate of my Two Oxen.—Plan an Attack to
avenge them.—Make an Attack on Two Werfts.—Catch some
Culprits.—Hottentot Passion for Onslaught.—Return to
Eikhams.—Best sort of Travelling Compass.—MS. and other
Almanacs.—Watches and Alarums.—Large Packs of Lions.—A
Tale learnt from Tracks.—Accidents with Guns.—Methods of
carrying them on Horse-back.—Description of the Plate.—Saddle
Arrangements.—Travelling Dress.—Colours most suited for
Sportsmen.—Bright Colours of Skulking Animals.—Rationale
of them.—Join Hans’ Party.—Begin to break up the
Expedition.—Travel down the Swakop.—Reach Walfisch Bay.—Whales,
Sharks, and Ostriches.—Retrospects.—Leave Africa.
In a week the Hottentots became tired of ’Tounobis; they said that
their wives were left without provisions, &c., and Amiral said that he
must return. I had no object in staying longer, for I became tired of
massacring the animals, and it is better when on a journey not to rest
oxen longer than a week, unless you can afford at least a month’s delay,
as their galled backs become half healed, and they lose their working
condition, without having time to really recruit their strength. My oxen
were all in a very poor way, but I now cared little, as I was homeward
bound. We left ’Tounobis Oct. 10th, and arrived safely at Okomavaka, with
no incident except a fright from all the oxen having run away the second
night that we were on the road.
My first inquiries were about the fate of poor Timmerman and Frieschland,
and I at last found out their history from some wandering Damaras,
for they never can keep a secret. The two oxen had both returned to
Okomavaka, but a lion caught Timmerman, and in the morning the Damaras
found him half eaten; they then spoored and found Frieschland whom they
stabbed and eat. I discovered who the man was that actually killed my ox;
he was Kaipanga, the captain of a werft of these wandering Damaras, and
who naturally had decamped when he heard of our arrival.
I therefore held a consultation with Amiral on the subject, whose eyes
glistened with pleasure at the notion of a raid upon the Damara werft. I,
of course, stipulated that we should have no firing, but only catch the
culprits and flog them. I had been desirous of witnessing the arrangement
of a Hottentot attack, and this case occurred opportunely, so I desired
Amiral to manage everything in exactly his own way, which he did. He
found out where Kaipanga was staying; it was opposite to a gorge two
hours ahead of us, and down in the flat at the foot of the ridge, but far
from it and among the trees, and quite two and a half hours away from the
watering-place there.
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