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
Akwoaay, Porto Sogoora, Greejee, Popoe, Ahguay, Grand Popoe, and some
other towns on the lagoon, are all independent settlements, with
their own chief or king and government, for they have repelled all
advances made by the Dahomans. Upon my landing at Akwoaay, I was met
by the gadadoo, who kindly invited me to his house to drink some peto
with him. I accepted his invitation with great satisfaction, as also
did the whole of my party. He had just completed a new house of two
stories, which had been planned by a krooman who had at a former period
been to England in a merchant-ship. He evinced no small satisfaction
in showing us up-stairs, though his upper room was only capable of
admitting a person in a crouching position; still it was enough to make
an uncivilized African proud to imagine that he occupied a palace equal
to the sovereign of England. His house was about twenty feet long by
twelve broad, and, including both stories, ten feet in height. In reply
to his question, what sort of a house the Queen of England occupied, I
told him that her palace was much larger than his whole town, and ten
times higher. At this he seemed astonished and incredulous. However,
his kindness was nothing abated, and after we had satisfied ourselves
with peto, he ordered fish to be cooked with palm-oil, and plenty of
meal from the maize or Indian corn.
While this meal was being prepared, the gadadoo accompanied us
round the town, where I shot plenty of pigeons, which are here
very numerous. At this place I measured a cotton-tree, and found it
forty-two feet in circumference. Here I also found a root used for food
of a description I have not seen in any other part of Africa. It is
called by the natives _etay_, and is of the yam tribe. It tastes very
sweet, and is about the firmness of an English potato, about eighteen
inches long, and in the middle about ten inches thick. It tapers from
the upper end, but not so much as a carrot. After our walk, the gadadoo
led us again back to his house, and dinner being ready mine was served
up by itself in two calabashes, the fish stewed in palm-oil in one,
and boiled corn in the other. Unfortunately my host possessed neither
spoon nor knife; but I sent my boy to the canoe for both; the rest of
the party, of course, never made use of any convenience beyond their
fingers, which they used with great dexterity, each endeavouring to
cope with the others. This feeling of competition exists amongst them
only when eating or stealing. They eat enormously at all times when
they find an opportunity of doing so at the expense of others, but
when at their own they are capable of sustaining hunger for a length
of time. The old gadadoo seemed to enjoy the scene, looking on with
as much pleasure as if he were partaking of the fare; as also did the
crowd outside, who could at a little distance see all our manœuvres,
the windows being so low. All seemed astonished to see a white man eat
with a knife and fork.
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