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 emerged from the broad valley of the Swakop, after three hours’
travelling, then scrambled along a very stony road, off-packed for a
couple of hours in a water-course, and travelled on till day-break,
when we came to the first Damara village, where, after a good deal of
explanation and long waiting, we were tolerated and allowed some milk.
Hans was my only interpreter. A little bartering took place here, and
some sheep were bought. We then rode on down a broad grassy plain,
bounded on the left by high mountains, and some more bartering took place
at midday; our oxen on each occasion being put under the charge of the
captain of the tribe, who had them watered and sent out to grass. I felt
nervous at being amongst such numbers of armed ill-looking scoundrels
as these Damaras are; their features are usually placid, but the least
excitement brings out all the lines of a savage passion. They always
crowded round us and hemmed us in, and then tried to hustle us away from
our bags and baggage. They have an impudent way of handling and laying
hold of every thing they covet, and of begging in an authoritative tone,
laughing among themselves all the time. It is very difficult to keep
them off; the least show of temper would be very hazardous among such
a set of people, and it is hardly possible to amuse and keep them in
order without a ready command of their language. I must say that these
savages are magnificent models for sculptors, for they are tall, cleanly
made, and perfectly upright; their head is thrown well back, and their
luxuriant but woolly hair is clustered round an open forehead; their
features are often beautifully chiselled, though the expression in them
is always coarse and disagreeable. Their whole body shines with grease
and red paint (if they can afford those luxuries), and though they are
the dirtiest and most vermin-covered of savages, yet the richer class
among them are well polished up, and present an appearance which at a
short distance is very imposing and statuesque. They call clothes by the
same name that they give to the scum of stagnant water; and I must say
that, in personal appearance, these naked savages were far less ignoble
objects than we Europeans in our dirty shirts and trousers.
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