The ruined cities of Mashonaland: Being a record of excavation and exploration in 1891Bent, J. Theodore (James Theodore)
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The ruined cities of Mashonaland: Being a record of excavation and exploration in 1891
Bent, J. Theodore (James Theodore)
Extinct cities -- Zimbabwe -- Mashonaland; Great Zimbabwe (Extinct city)
A delicious stream for bathing and washing clothes flowed a few yards
below our camp, which gave us sufficient employment for what would
otherwise have been an idle afternoon. At midnight our interpreter
arrived, and the following morning we commenced our journey in real
earnest.
At a village where we halted for a while we were introduced to a young
girl, who was shortly to become chief Kunzi’s eleventh wife—the state
wife, to be presented to him by his tribe, whose son will be heir to
the chiefdom, to the exclusion of the children by his other purchased
wives. This marriage is usually recommended and seen to by the tribe
when the chief is getting on towards middle life; and the succession in
these parts is carried on in this way. She wore round her neck one of
the large white whorls made out of the end of shells, which are common
amongst the natives, but a specimen of which I tried ineffectually to
get. This, I now learnt, is the sign of betrothal, and is transferred
to the neck of the baby when born. Men also wear them for love
philtres, and hence their reluctance to part with them.
During this day’s march we passed by a pond dug in a hollow which was
in process of drying up. These holes are dug by the natives in the dry
season with the object of catching fish when the swamps dry up; also
for fishing they make use of a thing very like our lobster-pot, which
they tie to a fence across a rapid portion of the stream. The love the
natives have for salt throughout this saltless country is very marked;
for sugar and lollipops, which we offered them, they have a positive
aversion; anything of a savoury nature pleases them immensely, and
their gestures of delight over the scrapings of tins of anchovy paste
were most pleasing to contemplate. Mice, locusts, and caterpillars are
their daintiest viands, and if given a lump of salt they will put it
straight-way into their mouths and consume it with the greatest
complacency.
We halted that night at the village of Yandoro, still in Kunzi’s
country, with a solitary rock in its midst, divided into two parts by a
narrow split forming a gully which is bridged over by trees, so that
they can retire to the highest point when the Matabele come, and wait
there till the impi has departed with their cattle and grain.
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