Travels in southern Abyssinia, Volume 2 (of 2) : $b through the country of Adal to the kingdom of ShoaJohnston, Charles
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Travels in southern Abyssinia, Volume 2 (of 2) : $b through the country of Adal to the kingdom of Shoa
Johnston, Charles
Ethiopia -- Description and travel; Shewa Kifle Hager (Ethiopia) -- Description and travel
Goodaloo, was spare, short, and active, seemingly designed by nature
for the ticklish occupation he professed; for the frail stick skeleton
roof, when divested of the old straw, looked as if it would have given
way beneath the foot of a cat. After a professional survey, and a
most important consultation with Tinta, his deputy, a Christian like
himself, and half-a-dozen rich Islam inhabitants, it was determined to
be most advisable, that only a portion of the roof should be renewed
at once, so that I might have the shelter, either of the old or of the
newly finished roof, to sleep under, during the three days required to
put all to rights. The Governor and his Deputy, however, were the only
useful members of this Council, for the former directed his servants to
supply me with the necessary grass, whilst the latter assisted Goodaloo
in thatching. The Islam gentlemen, with the cool dignity which, somehow
or other, they do assume most naturally, sat down upon the skins
brought for that purpose, and proceeded to call for coffee, and to give
directions to their Christian superiors, in a manner that would have
delighted Satan himself, to have observed, if he takes any pleasure at
all, in seeing honest, simple humility, treated with the most evident
contempt.
All this time, I was glad to keep out of the way, lying upon the alga
inside; but when actual business commenced, I began to think I must
retreat into the open air. Black, sooty flakes, now began to fall
thickly from the glistening well-smoked roof frame, which consisted of
long bamboo canes, that diverging from an elevated centre spread around
in a wide circumference, to rest upon a round wattled wall of sticks
and mud. To this annoyance, was soon added falling bits of rotten
thatch, that descended upon my bare head and shoulders, until I could
stand it no longer, but rushed out of the dirty mess and seated myself
upon a quantity of clean straw near to my Mahomedan visitors, who
appeared to have made my garden a public café, for they kept coming and
going all day, staying a little to watch if the proceedings were going
on to their satisfaction, and aiding, to the extent of an “Inshallah”
(please God), “it would be finished by to-morrow.”
Before evening, one-third of the roof was well covered in, for as I had
promised to give a couple of sheep at the conclusion of the business,
to the servants of Tinta, they worked away at his cimbyllal grass, as
if it had been all my own; and had I not inwardly resolved to return
his kindness in some way or other, my conscience would have often
induced me to call out, “Hold! enough!”
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