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
We had, after a long drought, a most terrific thunder-storm: the
lightning flashed so continuously that I could read a newspaper by its
light without stopping, my eye taking in enough words by one flash to
enable me to read steadily on until the next one. It lightened in three
different parts, and we were in the middle. There were some flowers in
front of me, and the lightning was so vivid, and its light so pure, that
I could not only see the flowers, but also their colours. I believe this
is a very rare thing with lightning. There were four savages running in a
line, about 100 yards off, on their way to their huts: after one of the
flashes, only three remained; the other was struck dead. Mr. Hahn and I
picked him up. It is curious how little a negro’s features are changed by
death; there is no paleness. His widow howled all night; and was engaged
to be married again the succeeding day.
The Swakop ran violently after this storm, pouring vast volumes of turbid
and broken water for three days down what had hitherto been an arid sandy
channel.
Mr. Hahn’s household was large. There was an interpreter, and a
sub-interpreter, and again others; but all most excellently well-behaved,
and showing to great advantage the influence of their master. These
servants were chiefly Hottentots, who had migrated with Mr. Hahn from
Hottentot-land, and, like him, had picked up the language of the
Damaras. The sub-interpreter was married to a charming person, not only
a Hottentot in figure, but in that respect a Venus among Hottentots. I
was perfectly aghast at her development, and made inquiries upon that
delicate point as far as I dared among my missionary friends. The result
is, that I believe Mrs. Petrus to be the lady who ranks second among all
the Hottentots for the beautiful outline that her back affords, Jonker’s
wife ranking as the first; the latter, however, was slightly _passée_,
while Mrs. Petrus was in full _embonpoint_. I profess to be a scientific
man, and was exceedingly anxious to obtain accurate measurements of her
shape; but there was a difficulty in doing this. I did not know a word
of Hottentot, and could never therefore have explained to the lady what
the object of my foot-rule could be; and I really dared not ask my worthy
missionary host to interpret for me. I therefore felt in a dilemma as
I gazed at her form, that gift of bounteous nature to this favoured
race, which no mantua-maker, with all her crinoline and stuffing, can do
otherwise than humbly imitate. The object of my admiration stood under
a tree, and was turning herself about to all points of the compass,
as ladies who wish to be admired usually do. Of a sudden my eye fell
upon my sextant; the bright thought struck me, and I took a series of
observations upon her figure in every direction, up and down, crossways,
diagonally, and so forth, and I registered them carefully upon an outline
drawing for fear of any mistake; this being done, I boldly pulled out my
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