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 sense of oxen is wonderful; the two sets, mine and his, that had
been separated nearly three months, knew each other again perfectly, and
passed the night together in the most amicable way, instead of fighting
and knocking their horns together as new acquaintances always do on their
first introduction to each other’s society. I was badly off for small
cattle; of the forty goats that I had bought from Jonker, hardly one
was alive; they had all died of a distemper one after the other. Hans
gave me a terrible account of the state of the roads south; he said that
literally there was no grass whatever for great distances together. In
coming up to meet me, the oxen that he had were knocked up entirely, and
he had to send first to Jonker’s and then to Mr. Hahn’s, a journey of
many days, for assistance. My oxen were fresh enough, for they had had a
long rest at Elephant Fountain, and plenty of grass, so I had but little
fear of getting on to the Bay, especially as the road thither is entirely
down hill.
_November 5th._—I arrived at Jonker’s, and had long conversations with
him, and we parted excellent friends. There seemed a reasonable hope that
a more peaceful state of things was now entered upon, although I had
failed in obtaining from Cornelius that compensation for the cattle he
had stolen from the Damaras, which I had desired.
My plans about my personal effects were now arranged. Andersson kept
half, and with the other half I made part payment to Hans of the debt
for wages and cattle that I owed him. I took this opportunity to sell
one waggon to Jonker for forty oxen, and to buy others besides. Phlebus
was dismissed, that he might return home to Rehoboth. As Barmen was to
be the head-quarters of Andersson and of Hans also, after I had left the
country, we took on Jonker’s waggon by ourselves to that place, and there
all its contents were placed in store. Wishing the Missionaries a final
farewell, I travelled on to Otjimbinguè with the large waggon, whose
axletree had been replaced at Okamabuti, but had recently, in jolting
over a stone, split lengthways; I therefore made ready to leave it
behind, if necessary, and push on with ride-oxen; in fact, I had no time
to spare, for the animals were fast knocking up from hunger; however, by
blacksmithing and carpentering as well as we could, the waggon was made
strong enough to travel on with us.
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