Wild life under the equator : $b narrated for young peopleDu Chaillu, Paul B. (Paul Belloni)
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Wild life under the equator : $b narrated for young people
Du Chaillu, Paul B. (Paul Belloni)
Africa, West -- Description and travel -- Juvenile literature
Mbango’s pretended anger was a humbug. He wanted more presents, and
appeared highly indignant. So the next day the suitor came back, and
brought with him another slave he had kept in reserve, guessing that
King Mbango would not be satisfied with one. He knew well that it
required more than one in order to marry the daughter of a chief, and he
wanted to get his bride as cheap as he could. Mbango looked very stern.
How had he dared to come with one slave only? Did he think his daughter
was good for nothing?
Mbango was far more gentle. He took the other slave, and then said that
one more would settle the bargain—then he could take his bride with him.
The next day another slave came; the man swore that his uncle gave the
man to him, though I learned afterward that he had that third slave
ready, but that he thought that two slaves would do. The share of Mbango
for his daughter was two slaves, and that of the relatives of the mother
of the girl was one slave; and Mbango, wishing to appear generous, gave
them the goat. The relatives on the mother’s side of the girl tried to
get two slaves out of the three; it was a hard palaver, and lasted
several days, but Mbango was inexorable—he must have two slaves for his
share.
There was no ceremony. The man took his bride with him, and after a few
days she was to return to her father.
[Illustration: [Fleuron]]
[Illustration: [Fleuron]]
CHAPTER XIX.
THE FEAST OF NJAMBAI.—THE TALKING IDOL.—SECRET PROCEEDINGS.—THE WOMEN
AND THEIR MYSTERIES.
The village of Njali-Coudié became full of strangers, so full indeed
that many could not find shelter there, hence little olakos were
surrounding the village everywhere.
When I inquired the cause why so many strangers were in the village, I
was told that the Njambai feast was coming.
The first night I could not sleep, as no African feast is complete
without shouting, drumming, singing, dancing, and a good deal of
drinking, when the latter can be got. The noise was terrific; more than
one hundred tam-tams must have been beating.
At last I got up and went into the street. It was crowded with men,
women, and children. Fires and torches lighted it up, and gave a strange
appearance to the savages, who were painted in different colors.
[Sidenote: _THE NJAMBAI FEAST._]
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