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 bought four or five oxen and a few sheep, which we intended to
drive with us to Erongo, the broad table-mountain that now lay eight
hours in front of us and bounded the horizon. It was five hours’ travel
to the next water, but it took us much longer, for we had some hunting by
the way. The heat became fearful, and fever was upon me; I could hardly
sit the journey out, and was extremely glad to get to the bed of the
Canna river, (a tributary of the Swakop) where an hour’s “crowing” and
digging gave enough water for the oxen. After a good meal, as the evening
was clear, we were again in the saddle, and pushed on for the mountains,
the length of whose escarpment from east to west was fifteen miles. Its
height by rough sextant measurement was 2800 feet. In one part of it
there was a break, the mountains rising like parapets on either hand, and
to this break we steered. It was pitch dark when we got there, and glad I
was to lay my throbbing head to rest.
In the morning I dispatched the two Ghou Damups up the hill to tell the
inhabitants of our arrival, and to request guides from them. I spent the
morning in sleeping under huge overhanging slabs of limestone, enjoying
to the full “the shadow of a broad rock in a thirsty land.” In the
afternoon we rambled about trying to climb the hill, and to obtain a good
view of the adjacent country. The rocks that composed Erongo were here
in huge smooth white masses—often hundreds of feet without a fissure—the
hill seemed built by some Cyclopean architect. Immense round boulders of
the same stones were strewed here and there at its base. Our Ghou Damup
returned in the evening with a promise that guides should be sent us
early the next day. We put our articles of exchange into small packs,
as men had to carry them up the steep mountain by the footroad. When
cattle are sent up, they are driven round to a different and more distant
entrance, which we did not care to visit. It is just practicable for oxen
and no more.
[Illustration: TRAVELLER WITH PACK-OXEN.
Drawn on Stone by W. L. Walton. Printed by Hullmandel & Walton.]
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