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
tribe, that I found it impossible to bring the chiefs together. Still I
was glad that I had sent my messages, as it was a demonstration, and that
might be of some immediate good to me.
CHAPTER IV.
I go to meet the Waggons.—Start for Erongo.—En route.—Damara
features.—Gabriel in a Scrape.—The Mountain Erongo.—Chase
Zebras.—Ghou Damup Huts.—A Black Coquette.—Return to
Waggons.—Leave Otjimbinguè.—Mishaps.—How to encamp and water
Oxen.—Arrive at Barmen, thence to Schmelen’s Bay.—Ride
to Eikhams.—A doomed Sufferer.—Visit Jonker.—Conference
with him.—Swartboy and Amiral.—Ride on to Rehoboth.—Umap’s
Judgment.—Obtain Interpreters.—Return to Rehoboth.—Murder a Dog
and pay for it.—Conference at Eikhams.—Legislating.—Proposed
Conference.—Mules run quite away.—Schmelen’s Hope.—Dates.
In the last week of November I received the welcome news of Andersson’s
arrival at Otjimbinguè with the waggons. The oxen had taken them up
in five long stages from Scheppmansdorf, working by night and resting
thirty-six hours between each pull. It was impossible for me to leave
Barmen, as matters were now pending between me and the native chiefs, and
I daily expected to hear some news of Jonker’s movements. On December
4th, Andersson rode over to me, and his and Hans’ performances with the
unbroken oxen and two heavy waggons were loudly praised by everybody.
All had gone well; Andersson had shot his first rhinoceros, my men had
worked fairly, all except one waggon-driver, who, besides laziness and
insolence, had been caught in the act of stealing to a great extent. He
was a man I had determined to get rid of some time before, and I now only
waited until I could engage somebody to take his place before I did so.
Nothing in particular transpired. I failed in learning more about
Omanbondè, and returned to Otjimbinguè.
I went a few days before Andersson, as I wished to visit Erongo with
Hans, before starting with the waggons. I left the mules at Barmen, and
rode back on ride-oxen which Andersson had brought for me. The mules were
troublesome creatures, requiring too much watching; they constantly tried
to run away, and when off, their pace was so good that the men had runs
of many hours before they could overtake and bring them back. They gave
me great anxiety at first, but now I was quite tired of their tricks and
hardly cared what became of them.
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