Travels in Western Africa in 1845 & 1846, Volume 1 (of 2): comprising a journey from Whydah through the Kingdom of Dahomey to Adofoodia in the interiorDuncan, John
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Travels in Western Africa in 1845 & 1846, Volume 1 (of 2): comprising a journey from Whydah through the Kingdom of Dahomey to Adofoodia in the interior
Duncan, John
Africa, West -- Description and travel; Benin -- Description and travel
All now went pretty well, Captain Pearce and myself enjoying our cigar
till we came to the toll-bar across the river, which is always shut
at twelve o’clock, to prevent any one passing without being observed.
We stopped and hailed the toll-keeper, who very independently replied
we must wait till morning, though there is an order that the toll
shall be open at any time of the night. However, I went to work, and
soon destroyed the pins that secured the slip-bar.[13] My canoemen,
all this time, exhibited the greatest concern. The toll-keeper, upon
seeing the canoes pass through, vowed vengeance, and pursued us with
two canoes, determined to make us prisoners. But I told my canoemen not
to fear, nor yet surrender. My canoe being covered, our pursuers never
perceived me till I had my sword-blade close to the throat of one of
them; and, instead of taking us prisoners, I made them our prisoners.
They had muskets with them, it is true; but if taken suddenly and with
determination, they are great cowards. It is singular that the sight
of a sword alarms them more than that of a gun. After detaining the
men for some time, and taking them some distance from their home, we
allowed them to return.
At four o’clock we arrived at the ferry-house at Whydah, at which
place we remained till daylight, laughing at our vexatious journey, or
passage; and at eight o’clock we once more arrived at my friend Mr.
Hutton’s factory, English Fort, where we were cordially welcomed by
Mr. Robert Hanson and Mr. Roberts, agents for Mr. Hutton. I remained
at Whydah, awaiting intelligence of the King of Dahomey’s return from
his war, and the commencement of his custom, or holiday. During this
time I occupied myself in learning as much as possible of the manners
and habits of the people, as also the condition of the surrounding
country. My horse began rapidly to improve, and in a short time, with
great attention, the ulcers healed, and he would have been fit to ride,
but some villain gave him a dose of some vegetable poison, which nearly
killed him; still, by great care, he recovered much quicker than I
expected.
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