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Kingsley this book is dedicated.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines3"><br /><br /><br /></div> +<p>CONTENTS</p> +<p>PREFACE.<br />PREFACE TO THE ABRIDGED EDITION OF TRAVELS IN WEST +AFRICA.<br />INTRODUCTION.<br />CHAPTER I. LIVERPOOL TO +SIERRA LEONE AND THE GOLD COAST.<br />CHAPTER II. FERNANDO +PO AND THE BUBIS.<br />CHAPTER III. VOYAGE DOWN COAST.<br />CHAPTER +IV. THE OGOWÉ.<br />CHAPTER V. THE +RAPIDS OF THE OGOWÉ.<br />CHAPTER VI. LEMBARENE.<br />CHAPTER +VII. ON THE WAY FROM KANGWE TO LAKE NCOVI.<br />CHAPTER VIII. +FROM NCOVI TO ESOON.<br />CHAPTER IX. FROM ESOON TO AGONJO.<br />CHAPTER +X. BUSH TRADE AND FAN CUSTOMS.<br />CHAPTER XI. + DOWN THE REMBWÉ.<br />CHAPTER XII. FETISH.<br />CHAPTER +XIII. FETISH - <i>(Continued</i>).<br />CHAPTER XIV. FETISH +- (<i>Continued</i>).<br />CHAPTER XV. FETISH - (<i>Continued</i>).<br />CHAPTER +XVI. FETISH - (<i>Concluded</i>).<br />CHAPTER XVII. ASCENT +OF THE GREAT PEAK OF CAMEROONS.<br />CHAPTER XVIII. THE GREAT PEAK OF +CAMEROONS - (<i>Continued</i>).<br />CHAPTER XIX. THE GREAT PEAK +OF CAMEROONS - (<i>Continued</i>).<br />CHAPTER XX. THE +GREAT PEAK OF CAMEROONS - (<i>Concluded</i>).<br />CHAPTER XXI. + TRADE AND LABOUR IN WEST AFRICA.<br />CHAPTER XXII. DISEASE IN +WEST AFRICA.<br />APPENDIX. THE INVENTION OF THE +CLOTH LOOM.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>PREFACE</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>TO THE READER. - What this book wants is not a simple Preface but +an apology, and a very brilliant and convincing one at that. Recognising +this fully, and feeling quite incompetent to write such a masterpiece, +I have asked several literary friends to write one for me, but they +have kindly but firmly declined, stating that it is impossible satisfactorily +to apologise for my liberties with Lindley Murray and the Queen’s +English. I am therefore left to make a feeble apology for this +book myself, and all I can personally say is that it would have been +much worse than it is had it not been for Dr. Henry Guillemard, who +has not edited it, or of course the whole affair would have been better, +but who has most kindly gone through the proof sheets, lassoing prepositions +which were straying outside their sentence stockade, taking my eye off +the water cask and fixing it on the scenery where I meant it to be, +saying firmly in pencil on margins “No you don’t,” +when I was committing some more than usually heinous literary crime, +and so on. In cases where his activities in these things may seem +to the reader to have been wanting, I beg to state that they really +were not. It is I who have declined to ascend to a higher level +of lucidity and correctness of diction than I am fitted for. I +cannot forbear from mentioning my gratitude to Mr. George Macmillan +for his patience and kindness with me, - a mere jungle of information +on West Africa. Whether you my reader will share my gratitude +is, I fear, doubtful, for if it had not been for him I should never +have attempted to write a book at all, and in order to excuse his having +induced me to try I beg to state that I have written only on things +that I know from personal experience and very careful observation. +I have never accepted an explanation of a native custom from one person +alone, nor have I set down things as being prevalent customs from having +seen a single instance. I have endeavoured to give you an honest +account of the general state and manner of life in Lower Guinea and +some description of the various types of country there. In reading +this section you must make allowances for my love of this sort of country, +with its great forests and rivers and its animistic-minded inhabitants, +and for my ability to be more comfortable there than in England. +Your superior culture-instincts may militate against your enjoying West +Africa, but if you go there you will find things as I have said.</p> +<p>January, 1897.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>PREFACE TO THE ABRIDGED EDITION OF TRAVELS IN WEST AFRICA.</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>When on my return to England from my second sojourn in West Africa, +I discovered, to my alarm, that I was, by a freak of fate, the sea-serpent +of the season, I published, in order to escape from this reputation, +a very condensed, much abridged version of my experiences in Lower Guinea; +and I thought that I need never explain about myself or Lower Guinea +again. This was one of my errors. I have been explaining +ever since; and, though not reconciled to so doing, I am more or less +resigned to it, because it gives me pleasure to see that English people +can take an interest in that land they have neglected. Nevertheless, +it was a shock to me when the publishers said more explanation was required. +I am thankful to say the explanation they required was merely on what +plan the abridgment of my first account had been made. I can manage +that explanation easily. It has been done by removing from it +certain sections whole, and leaving the rest very much as it first stood. +Of course it would have been better if I had totally reformed and rewritten +the book in pellucid English; but that is beyond me, and I feel at any +rate this book must be better than it was, for there is less of it; +and I dimly hope critics will now see that there is a saving grace in +disconnectedness, for owing to that disconnectedness whole chapters +have come out without leaving holes.</p> +<p>As for the part that is left in, I have already apologised for its +form, and I cannot help it, for Lower Guinea is like what I have said +it is. No one who knows it has sent home contradictions of my +description of it, or its natives, or their manners or customs, and +they have had by now ample time and opportunity. The only complaints +I have had regarding my account from my fellow West Coasters have been +that I might have said more. I trust my forbearance will send +a thrill of gratitude through readers of the 736-page edition.</p> +<p>There is, however, one section that I reprint, regarding which I +must say a few words. It is that on the trade and labour problem +in West Africa, particularly the opinion therein expressed regarding +the liquor traffic. This part has brought down on me much criticism +from the Missionary Societies and their friends; and I beg gratefully +to acknowledge the honourable fairness with which the controversy has +been carried on by the great Wesleyan Methodist Mission to the Gold +Coast and the Baptist Mission to the Congo. It has not ended in +our agreement on this point, but it has raised my esteem of Missionary +Societies considerably; and anyone interested in this matter I beg to +refer to the <i>Baptist Magazine</i> for October, 1897. Therein +will be found my answer, and the comments on it by a competent missionary +authority; for the rest of this matter I beg all readers of this book +to bear in mind that I confine myself to speaking only of the bit of +Africa I know - West Africa. During this past summer I attended +a meeting at which Sir George Taubman Goldie spoke, and was much struck +with the truth of what he said on the difference of different African +regions. He divided Africa into three zones: firstly, that region +where white races could colonise in the true sense of the word, and +form a great native-born white population, namely, the region of the +Cape; secondly, a region where the white race could colonise, but to +a less extent - an extent analogous to that in India - namely, the highlands +of Central East Africa and parts of Northern Africa; thirdly, a region +where the white races cannot colonise in a true sense of the word, namely, +the West African region, and in those regions he pointed out one of +the main elements of prosperity and advance is the native African population. +I am quoting his words from memory, possibly imperfectly; but there +is very little reliable printed matter to go on when dealing with Sir +George Taubman Goldie, which is regrettable because he himself is an +experienced and reliable authority. I am however quite convinced +that these aforesaid distinct regions are regions that the practical +politician dealing with Africa must recognise, and keep constantly in +mind when attempting to solve the many difficulties that that great +continent presents, and sincerely hope every reader of this work will +remember that I am speaking of that last zone, the zone wherein white +races cannot colonise in a true sense of the word, but which is nevertheless +a vitally important region to a great manufacturing country like England, +for therein are vast undeveloped markets wherein she can sell her manufactured +goods and purchase raw material for her manufactures at a reasonable +rate.</p> +<p>Having a rooted, natural, feminine hatred for politics I have no +inclination to become diffuse on them, as I have on the errors of other +people’s cooking or ideas on decoration. I know I am held +to be too partial to France in West Africa; too fond of pointing out +her brilliant achievements there, too fond of saying the native is as +happy, and possibly happier, under her rule than under ours; and also +that I am given to a great admiration for Germans; but this is just +like any common-sense Englishwoman. Of course I am devoted to +my own John; but still Monsieur is brave, bright, and fascinating; Mein +Herr is possessed of courage and commercial ability in the highest degree, +and, besides, he takes such a lot of trouble to know the real truth +about things, and tells them to you so calmly and carefully - and our +own John - well, of course, he is everything that’s good and great, +but he makes a shocking fool of himself at times, particularly in West +Africa.</p> +<p>I should enjoy holding what one of my justly irritated expurgators +used to call one of my little thanksgiving services here, but I will +not; for, after all, it would be impossible for me to satisfactorily +thank those people who, since my publication of this book, have given +me help and information on the subject of West Africa. Chief amongst +them have been Mr. A. L. Jones, Sir. R. B. N. Walker, Mr. Irvine, and +Mr. John Holt. I have not added to this book any information I +have received since I wrote it, as it does not seem to me fair to do +so. My only regret regarding it is that I have not dwelt sufficiently +on the charm of West Africa; it is so difficult to explain such things; +but I am sure there are amongst my readers people who know by experience +the charm some countries exercise over men - countries very different +from each other and from West Africa. The charm of West Africa +is a painful one: it gives you pleasure when you are out there, but +when you are back here it gives you pain by calling you. It sends +up before your eyes a vision of a wall of dancing white, rainbow-gemmed +surf playing on a shore of yellow sand before an audience of stately +coco palms; or of a great mangrove-watered bronze river; or of a vast +aisle in some forest cathedral: and you hear, nearer to you than the +voices of the people round, nearer than the roar of the city traffic, +the sound of the surf that is breaking on the shore down there, and +the sound of the wind talking on the hard palm leaves and the thump +of the natives’ tom-toms; or the cry of the parrots passing over +the mangrove swamps in the evening time; or the sweet, long, mellow +whistle of the plantain warblers calling up the dawn; and everything +that is round you grows poor and thin in the face of the vision, and +you want to go back to the Coast that is calling you, saying, as the +African says to the departing soul of his dying friend, “Come +back, come back, this is your home.”</p> +<p> M. +H. KINGSLEY.<br />October, 1897.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>[NOTE. - The following chapters of the first edition are not included +in this edition: - Chap. ii., The Gold Coast; Chap. iv., Lagos Bar; +Chap. v., Voyage down Coast; Chap. vi., Libreville and Glass; Chap. +viii., Talagouga; Chap. xvi., Congo Français; Chap. xvii., The +Log of the <i>Lafayette</i>; Chap. xviii., From Corisco to Gaboon; Chap. +xxviii., The Islands in the Bay of Amboises; Appendix ii., Disease in +West Africa; Appendix iii., Dr. A. Günther on Reptiles and Fishes; +Appendix iv., Orthoptera, Hymenoptera, and Hemiptera.]</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>INTRODUCTION.</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>Relateth the various causes which impelled the author to embark +upon the voyage.</i></p> +<p>It was in 1893 that, for the first time in my life, I found myself +in possession of five or six months which were not heavily forestalled, +and feeling like a boy with a new half-crown, I lay about in my mind, +as Mr. Bunyan would say, as to what to do with them. “Go +and learn your tropics,” said Science. Where on earth am +I to go? I wondered, for tropics are tropics wherever found, so I got +down an atlas and saw that either South America or West Africa must +be my destination, for the Malayan region was too far off and too expensive. +Then I got Wallace’s <i>Geographical Distribution</i> and after +reading that master’s article on the Ethiopian region I hardened +my heart and closed with West Africa. I did this the more readily +because while I knew nothing of the practical condition of it, I knew +a good deal both by tradition and report of South East America, and +remembered that Yellow Jack was endemic, and that a certain naturalist, +my superior physically and mentally, had come very near getting starved +to death in the depressing society of an expedition slowly perishing +of want and miscellaneous fevers up the Parana.</p> +<p>My ignorance regarding West Africa was soon removed. And although +the vast cavity in my mind that it occupied is not even yet half filled +up, there is a great deal of very curious information in its place. +I use the word curious advisedly, for I think many seemed to translate +my request for practical hints and advice into an advertisement that +“Rubbish may be shot here.” This same information +is in a state of great confusion still, although I have made heroic +efforts to codify it. I find, however, that it can almost all +be got in under the following different headings, namely and to wit: +-</p> +<p>The dangers of West Africa.<br />The disagreeables of West Africa.<br />The +diseases of West Africa.<br />The things you must take to West Africa.<br />The +things you find most handy in West Africa.<br />The worst possible things +you can do in West Africa.</p> +<p>I inquired of all my friends as a beginning what they knew of West +Africa. The majority knew nothing. A percentage said, “Oh, +you can’t possibly go there; that’s where Sierra Leone is, +the white mans grave, you know.” If these were pressed further, +one occasionally found that they had had relations who had gone out +there after having been “sad trials,” but, on consideration +of their having left not only West Africa, but this world, were now +forgiven and forgotten.</p> +<p>I next turned my attention to cross-examining the doctors. +“Deadliest spot on earth,” they said cheerfully, and showed +me maps of the geographical distribution of disease. Now I do +not say that a country looks inviting when it is coloured in Scheele’s +green or a bilious yellow, but these colours may arise from lack of +artistic gift in the cartographer. There is no mistaking what +he means by black, however, and black you’ll find they colour +West Africa from above Sierra Leone to below the Congo. “I +wouldn’t go there if I were you,” said my medical friends, +“you’ll catch something; but if you must go, and you’re +as obstinate as a mule, just bring me - ” and then followed a +list of commissions from here to New York, any one of which - but I +only found that out afterwards.</p> +<p>All my informants referred me to the missionaries. “There +were,” they said, in an airy way, “lots of them down there, +and had been for many years.” So to missionary literature +I addressed myself with great ardour; alas! only to find that these +good people wrote their reports not to tell you how the country they +resided in was, but how it was getting on towards being what it ought +to be, and how necessary it was that their readers should subscribe +more freely, and not get any foolishness into their heads about obtaining +an inadequate supply of souls for their money. I also found fearful +confirmation of my medical friends’ statements about its unhealthiness, +and various details of the distribution of cotton shirts over which +I did not linger.</p> +<p>From the missionaries it was, however, that I got my first idea about +the social condition of West Africa. I gathered that there existed +there, firstly the native human beings - the raw material, as it were +- and that these were led either to good or bad respectively by the +missionary and the trader. There were also the Government representatives, +whose chief business it was to strengthen and consolidate the missionary’s +work, a function they carried on but indifferently well. But as +for those traders! well, I put them down under the dangers of West Africa +at once. Subsequently I came across the good old Coast yarn of +how, when a trader from that region went thence, it goes without saying +where, the Fallen Angel without a moment’s hesitation vacated +the infernal throne (Milton) in his favour. This, I beg to note, +is the marine form of the legend. When it occurs terrestrially +the trader becomes a Liverpool mate. But of course no one need +believe it either way - it is not a missionary’s story.</p> +<p>Naturally, while my higher intelligence was taken up with attending +to these statements, my mind got set on going, and I had to go. +Fortunately I could number among my acquaintances one individual who +had lived on the Coast for seven years. Not, it is true, on that +part of it which I was bound for. Still his advice was pre-eminently +worth attention, because, in spite of his long residence in the deadliest +spot of the region, he was still in fair going order. I told him +I intended going to West Africa, and he said, “When you have made +up your mind to go to West Africa the very best thing you can do is +to get it unmade again and go to Scotland instead; but if your intelligence +is not strong enough to do so, abstain from exposing yourself to the +direct rays of the sun, take 4 grains of quinine every day for a fortnight +before you reach the Rivers, and get some introductions to the Wesleyans; +they are the only people on the Coast who have got a hearse with feathers.”</p> +<p>My attention was next turned to getting ready things to take with +me. Having opened upon myself the sluice gates of advice, I rapidly +became distracted. My friends and their friends alike seemed to +labour under the delusion that I intended to charter a steamer and was +a person of wealth beyond the dreams of avarice. This not being +the case, the only thing to do was to gratefully listen and let things +drift.</p> +<p>Not only do the things you have got to take, but the things you have +got to take them in, present a fine series of problems to the young +traveller. Crowds of witnesses testified to the forms of baggage +holders they had found invaluable, and these, it is unnecessary to say, +were all different in form and material.</p> +<p>With all this <i>embarras de choix</i> I was too distracted to buy +anything new in the way of baggage except a long waterproof sack neatly +closed at the top with a bar and handle. Into this I put blankets, +boots, books, in fact anything that would not go into my portmanteau +or black bag. From the first I was haunted by a conviction that +its bottom would come out, but it never did, and in spite of the fact +that it had ideas of its own about the arrangement of its contents, +it served me well throughout my voyage.</p> +<p>It was the beginning of August ’93 when I first left England +for “the Coast.” Preparations of quinine with postage +partially paid arrived up to the last moment, and a friend hastily sent +two newspaper clippings, one entitled “A Week in a Palm-oil Tub,” +which was supposed to describe the sort of accommodation, companions, +and fauna likely to be met with on a steamer going to West Africa, and +on which I was to spend seven to <i>The Graphic</i> contributor’s +one; the other from <i>The Daily Telegraph</i>, reviewing a French book +of “Phrases in common use” in Dahomey. The opening +sentence in the latter was, “Help, I am drowning.” +Then came the inquiry, “If a man is not a thief?” and then +another cry, “The boat is upset.” “Get up, you +lazy scamps,” is the next exclamation, followed almost immediately +by the question, “Why has not this man been buried?” +“It is fetish that has killed him, and he must lie here exposed +with nothing on him until only the bones remain,” is the cheerful +answer. This sounded discouraging to a person whose occupation +would necessitate going about considerably in boats, and whose fixed +desire was to study fetish. So with a feeling of foreboding gloom +I left London for Liverpool - none the more cheerful for the matter-of-fact +manner in which the steamboat agents had informed me that they did not +issue return tickets by the West African lines of steamers. I +will not go into the details of that voyage here, much as I am given +to discursiveness. They are more amusing than instructive, for +on my first voyage out I did not know the Coast, and the Coast did not +know me and we mutually terrified each other. I fully expected +to get killed by the local nobility and gentry; they thought I was connected +with the World’s Women’s Temperance Association, and collecting +shocking details for subsequent magic-lantern lectures on the liquor +traffic; so fearful misunderstandings arose, but we gradually educated +each other, and I had the best of the affair; for all I had got to teach +them was that I was only a beetle and fetish hunter, and so forth, while +they had to teach me a new world, and a very fascinating course of study +I found it. And whatever the Coast may have to say against me +- for my continual desire for hair-pins, and other pins, my intolerable +habit of getting into water, the abominations full of ants, that I brought +into their houses, or things emitting at unexpectedly short notice vivid +and awful stenches - they cannot but say that I was a diligent pupil, +who honestly tried to learn the lessons they taught me so kindly, though +some of those lessons were hard to a person who had never previously +been even in a tame bit of tropics, and whose life for many years had +been an entirely domestic one in a University town.</p> +<p>One by one I took my old ideas derived from books and thoughts based +on imperfect knowledge and weighed them against the real life around +me, and found them either worthless or wanting. The greatest recantation +I had to make I made humbly before I had been three months on the Coast +in 1893. It was of my idea of the traders. What I had expected +to find them was a very different thing to what I did find them; and +of their kindness to me I can never sufficiently speak, for on that +voyage I was utterly out of touch with the governmental circles, and +utterly dependent on the traders, and the most useful lesson of all +the lessons I learnt on the West Coast in 1893 was that I could trust +them. Had I not learnt this very thoroughly I could never have +gone out again and carried out the voyage I give you a sketch of in +this book.</p> +<p>Thanks to “the Agent,” I have visited places I could +never otherwise have seen; and to the respect and affection in which +he is held by the native, I owe it that I have done so in safety. +When I have arrived off his factory in a steamer or canoe unexpected, +unintroduced, or turned up equally unheralded out of the bush in a dilapidated +state, he has always received me with that gracious hospitality which +must have given him, under Coast conditions, very real trouble and inconvenience +- things he could have so readily found logical excuses against entailing +upon himself for the sake of an individual whom he had never seen before +- whom he most likely would never see again - and whom it was no earthly +profit to him to see then. He has bestowed himself - Allah only +knows where - on his small trading vessels so that I might have his +one cabin. He has fished me out of sea and fresh water with boat-hooks; +he has continually given me good advice, which if I had only followed +would have enabled me to keep out of water and any other sort of affliction; +and although he holds the meanest opinion of my intellect for going +to such a place as West Africa for beetles, fishes and fetish, he has +given me the greatest assistance in my work. The value of that +work I pray you withhold judgment on, until I lay it before you in some +ten volumes or so mostly in Latin. All I know that is true regarding +West African facts, I owe to the traders; the errors are my own.</p> +<p>To Dr. Günther, of the British Museum, I am deeply grateful +for the kindness and interest he has always shown regarding all the +specimens of natural history that I have been able to lay before him; +the majority of which must have had very old tales to tell him. +Yet his courtesy and attention gave me the thing a worker in any work +most wants - the sense that the work was worth doing - and sent me back +to work again with the knowledge that if these things interested a man +like him, it was a more than sufficient reason for me to go on collecting +them. To Mr. W. H. F. Kirby I am much indebted for his working +out my small collection of certain Orders of insects; and to Mr. Thomas +S. Forshaw, for the great help he has afforded me in revising my notes.</p> +<p>It is impossible for me even to catalogue my debts of gratitude still +outstanding to the West Coast. Chiefly am I indebted to Mr. C. +G. Hudson, whose kindness and influence enabled me to go up the Ogowé +and to see as much of Congo Français as I have seen, and his +efforts to take care of me were most ably seconded by Mr. Fildes. +The French officials in “Congo Français” never hindered +me, and always treated me with the greatest kindness. You may +say there was no reason why they should not, for there is nothing in +this fine colony of France that they need be ashamed of any one seeing; +but I find it is customary for travellers to say the French officials +throw obstacles in the way of any one visiting their possessions, so +I merely beg to state this was decidedly not my experience; although +my deplorable ignorance of French prevented me from explaining my humble +intentions to them.</p> +<p>The Rev. Dr. Nassau and Mr. R. E. Dennett have enabled me, by placing +at my disposal the rich funds of their knowledge of native life and +idea, to amplify any deductions from my own observation. Mr. Dennett’s +work I have not dealt with in this work because it refers to tribes +I was not amongst on this journey, but to a tribe I made the acquaintance +with in my ’93 voyage - the Fjort. Dr. Nassau’s observations +I have referred to. Herr von Lucke, Vice-governor of Cameroon, +I am indebted to for not only allowing me, but for assisting me by every +means in his power, to go up Cameroons Peak, and to the Governor of +Cameroon, Herr von Puttkamer, for his constant help and kindness. +Indeed so great has been the willingness to help me of all these gentlemen, +that it is a wonder to me, when I think of it, that their efforts did +not project me right across the continent and out at Zanzibar. +That this brilliant affair did not come off is owing to my own lack +of enterprise; for I did not want to go across the continent, and I +do not hanker after Zanzibar, but only to go puddling about obscure +districts in West Africa after raw fetish and fresh-water fishes.</p> +<p>I owe my ability to have profited by the kindness of these gentlemen +on land, to a gentleman of the sea - Captain Murray. He was captain +of the vessel I went out on in 1893, and he saw then that my mind was +full of errors that must be eradicated if I was going to deal with the +Coast successfully; and so he eradicated those errors and replaced them +with sound knowledge from his own stores collected during an acquaintance +with the West Coast of over thirty years. The education he has +given me has been of the greatest value to me, and I sincerely hope +to make many more voyages under him, for I well know he has still much +to teach and I to learn.</p> +<p>Last, but not least, I must chronicle my debts to the ladies. +First to those two courteous Portuguese ladies, Donna Anna de Sousa +Coutinho e Chichorro and her sister Donna Maria de Sousa Coutinho, who +did so much for me in Kacongo in 1893, and have remained, I am proud +to say, my firm friends ever since. Lady MacDonald and Miss Mary +Slessor I speak of in this book, but only faintly sketch the pleasure +and help they have afforded me; nor have I fully expressed my gratitude +for the kindness of Madame Jacot of Lembarene, or Madame Forget of Talagouga. +Then there are a whole list of nuns belonging to the Roman Catholic +Missions on the South West Coast, ever cheery and charming companions; +and Frau Plehn, whom it was a continual pleasure to see in Cameroons, +and discourse with once again on things that seemed so far off then +- art, science, and literature; and Mrs. H. Duggan, of Cameroons too, +who used, whenever I came into that port to rescue me from fearful states +of starvation for toilet necessaries, and lend a sympathetic and intelligent +ear to the “awful sufferings” I had gone through, until +Cameroons became to me a thing to look forward to.</p> +<p>When in the Canaries in 1892, I used to smile, I regretfully own, +at the conversation of a gentleman from the Gold Coast who was up there +recruiting after a bad fever. His conversation consisted largely +of anecdotes of friends of his, and nine times in ten he used to say, +“He’s dead now.” Alas! my own conversation may +be smiled at now for the same cause. Many of my friends mentioned +even in this very recent account of the Coast “are dead now.” +Most of those I learnt to know in 1893; chief among these is my old +friend Captain Boler, of Bonny, from whom I first learnt a certain power +of comprehending the African and his form of thought.</p> +<p>I have great reason to be grateful to the Africans themselves - to +cultured men and women among them like Charles Owoo, Mbo, Sanga Glass, +Jane Harrington and her sister at Gaboon, and to the bush natives; but +of my experience with them I give further details, so I need not dwell +on them here.</p> +<p>I apologise to the general reader for giving so much detail on matters +that really only affect myself, and I know that the indebtedness which +all African travellers have to the white residents in Africa is a matter +usually very lightly touched on. No doubt my voyage would seem +a grander thing if I omitted mention of the help I received, but - well, +there was a German gentleman once who evolved a camel out of his inner +consciousness. It was a wonderful thing; still, you know, it was +not a good camel, only a thing which people personally unacquainted +with camels could believe in. Now I am ambitious to make a picture, +if I make one at all, that people who do know the original can believe +in - even if they criticise its points - and so I give you details a +more showy artist would omit.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER I. LIVERPOOL TO SIERRA LEONE AND THE GOLD COAST.</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>Setting forth how the voyager departs from England in a stout +vessel and in good company, and reaches in due course the Island of +the Grand Canary, and then the Port of Sierra Leone: to which is added +some account of this latter place and the comeliness of its women. +Wherein also some description of Cape Coast and Accra is given, to which +are added divers observations on supplies to be obtained there.</i></p> +<p>The West Coast of Africa is like the Arctic regions in one particular, +and that is that when you have once visited it you want to go back there +again; and, now I come to think of it, there is another particular in +which it is like them, and that is that the chances you have of returning +from it at all are small, for it is a <i>Belle Dame sans merci.</i></p> +<p>I succumbed to the charm of the Coast as soon as I left Sierra Leone +on my first voyage out, and I saw more than enough during that voyage +to make me recognise that there was any amount of work for me worth +doing down there. So I warned the Coast I was coming back again +and the Coast did not believe me; and on my return to it a second time +displayed a genuine surprise, and formed an even higher opinion of my +folly than it had formed on our first acquaintance, which is saying +a good deal.</p> +<p>During this voyage in 1893, I had been to Old Calabar, and its Governor, +Sir Claude MacDonald, had heard me expatiating on the absorbing interest +of the Antarctic drift, and the importance of the collection of fresh-water +fishes and so on. So when Lady MacDonald heroically decided to +go out to him in Calabar, they most kindly asked me if I would join +her, and make my time fit hers for starting on my second journey. +This I most willingly did. But I fear that very sweet and gracious +lady suffered a great deal of apprehension at the prospect of spending +a month on board ship with a person so devoted to science as to go down +the West Coast in its pursuit. During the earlier days of our +voyage she would attract my attention to all sorts of marine objects +overboard, so as to amuse me. I used to look at them, and think +it would be the death of me if I had to work like this, explaining meanwhile +aloud that “they were very interesting, but Haeckel had done them, +and I was out after fresh-water fishes from a river north of the Congo +this time,” fearing all the while that she felt me unenthusiastic +for not flying over into the ocean to secure the specimens.</p> +<p>However, my scientific qualities, whatever they may amount to, did +not blind this lady long to the fact of my being after all a very ordinary +individual, and she told me so - not in these crude words, indeed, but +nicely and kindly - whereupon, in a burst of gratitude to her for understanding +me, I appointed myself her honorary aide-de-camp on the spot, and her +sincere admirer I shall remain for ever, fully recognising that her +courage in going to the Coast was far greater than my own, for she had +more to lose had fever claimed her, and she was in those days by no +means under the spell of Africa. But this is anticipating.</p> +<p>It was on the 23rd of December, 1894, that we left Liverpool in the +<i>Batanga</i>, commanded by my old friend Captain Murray, under whose +care I had made my first voyage. On the 30th we sighted the Peak +of Teneriffe early in the afternoon. It displayed itself, as usual, +as an entirely celestial phenomenon. A great many people miss +seeing it. Suffering under the delusion that El Pico is a terrestrial +affair, they look in vain somewhere about the level of their own eyes, +which are striving to penetrate the dense masses of mist that usually +enshroud its slopes by day, and then a friend comes along, and gaily +points out to the newcomer the glittering white triangle somewhere near +the zenith. On some days the Peak stands out clear from ocean +to summit, looking every inch and more of its 12,080 ft.; and this is +said by the Canary fishermen to be a certain sign of rain, or fine weather, +or a gale of wind; but whenever and however it may be seen, soft and +dream-like in the sunshine, or melodramatic and bizarre in the moonlight, +it is one of the most beautiful things the eye of man may see.</p> +<p>Soon after sighting Teneriffe, Lançarote showed, and then +the Grand Canary. Teneriffe is perhaps the most beautiful, but +it is hard to judge between it and Grand Canary as seen from the sea. +The superb cone this afternoon stood out a deep purple against a serpent-green +sky, separated from the brilliant blue ocean by a girdle of pink and +gold cumulus, while Grand Canary and Lançarote looked as if they +were formed from fantastic-shaped sunset cloud-banks that by some spell +had been solidified. The general colour of the mountains of Grand +Canary, which rise peak after peak until they culminate in the Pico +de las Nieves, some 6,000 feet high, is a yellowish red, and the air +which lies among their rocky crevices and swathes their softer sides +is a lovely lustrous blue.</p> +<p>Just before the sudden dark came down, and when the sun was taking +a curve out of the horizon of sea, all the clouds gathered round the +three islands, leaving the sky a pure amethyst pink, and as a good-night +to them the sun outlined them with rims of shining gold, and made the +snow-clad Peak of Teneriffe blaze with star-white light. In a +few minutes came the dusk, and as we neared Grand Canary, out of its +cloud-bank gleamed the red flash of the lighthouse on the Isleta, and +in a few more minutes, along the sea level, sparkled the five miles +of irregularly distributed lights of Puerto de la Luz and the city of +Las Palmas.</p> +<p>We reached Sierra Leone at 9 A.M. on the 7th of January, and as the +place is hardly so much in touch with the general public as the Canaries +are <a name="citation14"></a><a href="#footnote14">{14}</a> I may perhaps +venture to go more into details regarding it. The harbour is formed +by the long low strip of land to the north called the Bullam shore, +and to the south by the peninsula terminating in Cape Sierra Leone, +a sandy promontory at the end of which is situated a lighthouse of irregular +habits. Low hills covered with tropical forest growth rise from +the sandy shores of the Cape, and along its face are three creeks or +bays, deep inlets showing through their narrow entrances smooth beaches +of yellow sand, fenced inland by the forest of cotton-woods and palms, +with here and there an elephantine baobab.</p> +<p>The first of these bays is called Pirate Bay, the next English Bay, +and the third Kru Bay. The wooded hills of the Cape rise after +passing Kru Bay, and become spurs of the mountain, 2,500 feet in height, +which is the Sierra Leone itself. There are, however, several +mountains here besides the Sierra Leone, the most conspicuous of them +being the peak known as Sugar Loaf, and when seen from the sea they +are very lovely, for their form is noble, and a wealth of tropical vegetation +covers them, which, unbroken in its continuity, but endless in its variety, +seems to sweep over their sides down to the shore like a sea, breaking +here and there into a surf of flowers.</p> +<p>It is the general opinion, indeed, of those who ought to know that +Sierra Leone appears at its best when seen from the sea, particularly +when you are leaving the harbour homeward bound; and that here its charms, +artistic, moral, and residential, end. But, from the experience +I have gained of it, I have no hesitation in saying that it is one of +the best places for getting luncheon in that I have ever happened on, +and that a more pleasant and varied way of spending an afternoon than +going about its capital, Free Town, with a certain Irish purser, who +is as well known as he is respected among the leviathan old negro ladies, +it would be hard to find. Still it must be admitted it <i>is</i> +rather hot.</p> +<p>Free Town its capital is situated on the northern base of the mountain, +and extends along the sea-front with most business-like wharves, quays, +and warehouses. Viewed from the harbour, “The Liverpool +of West Africa,” <a name="citation15"></a><a href="#footnote15">{15}</a> +as it is called, looks as if it were built of gray stone, which it is +not. When you get ashore, you will find that most of the stores +and houses - the majority of which, it may be remarked, are in a state +of acute dilapidation - are of painted wood, with corrugated iron roofs. +Here and there, though, you will see a thatched house, its thatch covered +with creeping plants, and inhabited by colonies of creeping insects.</p> +<p>Some of the stores and churches are, it is true, built of stone, +but this does not look like stone at a distance, being red in colour +- unhewn blocks of the red stone of the locality. In the crannies +of these buildings trailing plants covered with pretty mauve or yellow +flowers take root, and everywhere, along the tops of the walls, and +in the cracks of the houses, are ferns and flowering plants. They +must get a good deal of their nourishment from the rich, thick air, +which seems composed of 85 per cent. of warm water, and the remainder +of the odours of Frangipani, orange flowers, magnolias, oleanders, and +roses, combined with others that demonstrate that the inhabitants do +not regard sanitary matters with the smallest degree of interest.</p> +<p>There is one central street, and the others are neatly planned out +at right angles to it. None of them are in any way paved or metalled. +They are covered in much prettier fashion, and in a way more suitable +for naked feet, by green Bahama grass, save and except those which are +so nearly perpendicular that they have got every bit of earth and grass +cleared off them down to the red bed-rock, by the heavy rain of the +wet season.</p> +<p>In every direction natives are walking at a brisk pace, their naked +feet making no sound on the springy turf of the streets, carrying on +their heads huge burdens which are usually crowned by the hat of the +bearer, a large limpet-shaped affair made of palm leaves. While +some carry these enormous bundles, others bear logs or planks of wood, +blocks of building stone, vessels containing palm-oil, baskets of vegetables, +or tin tea-trays on which are folded shawls. As the great majority +of the native inhabitants of Sierra Leone pay no attention whatever +to where they are going, either in this world or the next, the confusion +and noise are out of all proportion to the size of the town; and when, +as frequently happens, a section of actively perambulating burden-bearers +charge recklessly into a sedentary section, the members of which have +dismounted their loads and squatted themselves down beside them, right +in the middle of the fair way, to have a friendly yell with some acquaintances, +the row becomes terrific.</p> +<p>In among these crowds of country people walk stately Mohammedans, +Mandingoes, Akers, and Fulahs of the Arabised tribes of the Western +Soudan. These are lithe, well-made men, and walk with a peculiarly +fine, elastic carriage. Their graceful garb consists of a long +white loose-sleeved shirt, over which they wear either a long black +mohair or silk gown, or a deep bright blue affair, not altogether unlike +a University gown, only with more stuff in it and more folds. +They are undoubtedly the gentlemen of the Sierra Leone native population, +and they are becoming an increasing faction in the town, by no means +to the pleasure of the Christians.</p> +<p>But to the casual visitor at Sierra Leone the Mohammedan is a mere +passing sensation. You neither feel a burning desire to laugh +with, or at him, as in the case of the country folks, nor do you wish +to punch his head, and split his coat up his back - things you yearn +to do to that perfect flower of Sierra Leone culture, who yells your +bald name across the street at you, condescendingly informs you that +you can go and get letters that are waiting for you, while he smokes +his cigar and lolls in the shade, or in some similar way displays his +second-hand rubbishy white culture - a culture far lower and less dignified +than that of either the stately Mandingo or the bush chief. I +do not think that the Sierra Leone dandy really means half as much insolence +as he shows; but the truth is he feels too insecure of his own real +position, in spite of all the “side” he puts on, and so +he dare not be courteous like the Mandingo or the bush Fan.</p> +<p>It is the costume of the people in Free Town and its harbour that +will first attract the attention of the newcomer, notwithstanding the +fact that the noise, the smell, and the heat are simultaneously making +desperate bids for that favour. The ordinary man in the street +wears anything he may have been able to acquire, anyhow, and he does +not fasten it on securely. I fancy it must be capillary attraction, +or some other partially-understood force, that takes part in the matter. +It is certainly neither braces nor buttons. There are, of course, +some articles which from their very structure are fairly secure, such +as an umbrella with the stick and ribs removed, or a shirt. This +last-mentioned treasure, which usually becomes the property of the ordinary +man from a female relative or admirer taking in white men’s washing, +is always worn flowing free, and has such a charm in itself that the +happy possessor cares little what he continues his costume with - trousers, +loin cloth, red flannel petticoat, or rice-bag drawers, being, as he +would put it, “all same for one” to him.</p> +<p>The ladies are divided into three classes; the young girl you address +as “tee-tee”; the young person as “seester”; +the more mature charmer as “mammy”; but I do not advise +you to employ these terms when you are on your first visit, because +you might get misunderstood. For, you see, by addressing a mammy +as seester, she might think either that you were unconscious of her +dignity as a married lady - a matter she would soon put you right on +- or that you were flirting, which of course was totally foreign to +your intention, and would make you uncomfortable. My advice is +that you rigidly stick to missus or mammy. I have seen this done +most successfully.</p> +<p>The ladies are almost as varied in their costume as the gentlemen, +but always neater and cleaner; and mighty picturesque they are too, +and occasionally very pretty. A market-woman with her jolly brown +face and laughing brown eyes - eyes all the softer for a touch of antimony +- her ample form clothed in a lively print overall, made with a yoke +at the shoulders, and a full long flounce which is gathered on to the +yoke under the arms and falls fully to the feet; with her head done +up in a yellow or red handkerchief, and her snowy white teeth gleaming +through her vast smiles, is a mighty pleasant thing to see, and to talk +to. But, Allah! the circumference of them!</p> +<p>The stone-built, white-washed market buildings of Free Town have +a creditably clean and tidy appearance considering the climate, and +the quantity and variety of things exposed for sale - things one wants +the pen of a Rabelais to catalogue. Here are all manner of fruits, +some which are familiar to you in England; others that soon become so +to you in Africa. You take them as a matter of course if you are +outward bound, but on your call homeward (if you make it) you will look +on them as a blessing and a curiosity. For lower down, particularly +in “the Rivers,” these things are rarely to be had, and +never in such perfection as here; and to see again lettuces, yellow +oranges, and tomatoes bigger than marbles is a sensation and a joy.</p> +<p>One of the chief features of Free Town are the jack crows. +Some writers say they are peculiar to Sierra Leone, others that they +are not, but both unite in calling them <i>Picathartes gymnocephalus</i>. +To the white people who live in daily contact with them they are turkey +buzzards; to the natives, Yubu. Anyhow they are evil-looking fowl, +and no ornament to the roof-ridges they choose to sit on. The +native Christians ought to put a row of spikes along the top of their +cathedral to keep them off; the beauty of that edifice is very far from +great, and it cannot carry off the effect produced by the row of these +noisome birds as they sit along its summit, with their wings arranged +at all manner of different angles in an “all gone” way. +One bird perhaps will have one straight out in front, and the other +casually disposed at right-angles, another both straight out in front, +and others again with both hanging hopelessly down, but none with them +neatly and tidily folded up, as decent birds’ wings should be. +They all give the impression of having been extremely drunk the previous +evening, and of having subsequently fallen into some sticky abomination +- into blood for choice. Being the scavengers of Free Town, however, +they are respected by the local authorities and preserved; and the natives +tell me you never see either a young or a dead one. The latter +is a thing you would not expect, for half of them look as if they could +not live through the afternoon. They also told me that when you +got close to them, they had a “’trong, ’trong ’niff; +’niff too much.” I did not try, but I am quite willing +to believe this statement.</p> +<p>The other animals most in evidence in the streets are, first and +foremost, goats and sheep. I have to lump them together, for it +is exceedingly difficult to tell one from the other. All along +the Coast the empirical rule is that sheep carry their tails down, and +goats carry their tails up; fortunately you need not worry much anyway, +for they both “taste rather like the nothing that the world was +made of,” as Frau Buchholtz says, and own in addition a fibrous +texture, and a certain twang. Small cinnamon-coloured cattle are +to be got here, but horses there are practically none. Now and +again some one who does not see why a horse should not live here as +well as at Accra or Lagos imports one, but it always shortly dies. +Some say it is because the natives who get their living by hammock-carrying +poison them, others say the tsetse fly finishes them off; and others, +and these I believe are right, say that entozoa are the cause. +Small, lean, lank yellow dogs with very erect ears lead an awful existence, +afflicted by many things, but beyond all others by the goats, who, rearing +their families in the grassy streets, choose to think the dogs intend +attacking them. Last, but not least, there is the pig - a rich +source of practice to the local lawyer.</p> +<p>Cape Coast Castle and then Accra were the next places of general +interest at which we stopped. The former looks well from the roadstead, +and as if it had very recently been white-washed. It is surrounded +by low, heavily-forested hills, which rise almost from the seashore, +and the fine mass of its old castle does not display its dilapidation +at a distance. Moreover, the three stone forts of Victoria, William, +and Macarthy, situated on separate hills commanding the town, add to +the general appearance of permanent substantialness so different from +the usual ramshackledom of West Coast settlements. Even when you +go ashore and have had time to recover your senses, scattered by the +surf experience, you find this substantialness a true one, not a mere +visual delusion produced by painted wood as the seeming substantialness +of Sierra Leone turns out to be when you get to close quarters with +it. It causes one some mental effort to grasp the fact that Cape +Coast has been in European hands for centuries, but it requires a most +unmodern power of credence to realise this of any other settlement on +the whole western seaboard until you have the pleasure of seeing the +beautiful city of San Paul de Loanda, far away down south, past the +Congo.</p> +<p>My experience of Cape Coast on this occasion was one of the hottest, +but one of the pleasantest I have ever been through on the Gold Coast. +The former attribute was due to the climate, the latter to my kind friends, +Mr. Batty, and Mr. and Mrs. Dennis Kemp. I was taken round the +grand stone-built houses with their high stone-walled yards and sculpture-decorated +gateways, built by the merchants of the last century and of the century +before, and through the great rambling stone castle with its water-tanks +cut in the solid rock beneath it, and its commodious accommodation for +slaves awaiting shipment, now almost as obsolete as the guns it mounts, +but not quite so, for these cool and roomy chambers serve to house the +native constabulary and their extensive families.</p> +<p>This being done, I was taken up an unmitigated hill, on whose summit +stands Fort William, a pepper-pot-like structure now used as a lighthouse. +The view from the top was exceedingly lovely and extensive. Beneath, +and between us and the sea, lay the town in the blazing sun. In +among its solid stone buildings patches of native mud-built huts huddled +together as though they had been shaken down out of a sack into the +town to serve as dunnage. Then came the snow-white surf wall, +and across it the blue sea with our steamer rolling to and fro on the +long, regular swell, impatiently waiting until Sunday should be over +and she could work cargo. Round us on all the other sides were +wooded hills and valleys, and away in the distance to the west showed +the white town and castle of Elmina and the nine-mile road thither, +skirting the surf-bound seashore, only broken on its level way by the +mouth of the Sweet River. Over all was the brooding silence of +the noonday heat, broken only by the dulled thunder of the surf.</p> +<p>After seeing these things we started down stairs, and on reaching +ground descended yet lower into a sort of stone-walled dry moat, out +of which opened clean, cool, cellar-like chambers tunnelled into the +earth. These, I was informed, had also been constructed to keep +slaves in when they were the staple export of the Gold Coast. +They were so refreshingly cool that I lingered looking at them and their +massive doors, ere being marched up to ground level again, and down +the hill through some singularly awful stenches, mostly arising from +rubber, into the big Wesleyan church in the middle of the town. +It is a building in the terrible Africo-Gothic style, but it compares +most favourably with the cathedral at Sierra Leone, particularly internally, +wherein, indeed, it far surpasses that structure. And then we +returned to the Mission House and spent a very pleasant evening, save +for the knowledge (which amounted in me to remorse) that, had it not +been for my edification, not one of my friends would have spent the +day toiling about the town they know only too well. The Wesleyan +Mission on the Gold Coast, of which Mr. Dennis Kemp was at that time +chairman, is the largest and most influential Protestant mission on +the West Coast of Africa, and it is now, I am glad to say, adding a +technical department to its scholastic and religious one. The +Basel Mission has done a great deal of good work in giving technical +instruction to the natives, and practically started this most important +branch of their education. There is still an almost infinite amount +of this work to be done, the African being so strangely deficient in +mechanical culture; infinitely more so, indeed, in this than in any +other particular.</p> +<p>After leaving Cape Coast our next port was Accra which is one of +the five West Coast towns that look well from the sea. The others +don’t look well from anywhere. First in order of beauty +comes San Paul de Loanda; then Cape Coast with its satellite Elmina, +then Gaboon, then Accra with its satellite Christiansborg, and lastly, +Sierra Leone.</p> +<p>What there is of beauty in Accra is oriental in type. Seen +from the sea, Fort St. James on the left and Christiansborg Castle on +the right, both almost on shore level, give, with an outcrop of sandy +dwarf cliffs, a certain air of balance and strength to the town, though +but for these and the two old castles, Accra would be but a poor place +and a flimsy, for the rest of it is a mass of rubbishy mud and palm-leaf +huts, and corrugated iron dwellings for the Europeans.</p> +<p>Corrugated iron is my abomination. I quite understand it has +points, and I do not attack from an æsthetic standpoint. +It really looks well enough when it is painted white. There is, +close to Christiansborg Castle, a patch of bungalows and offices for +officialdom and wife that from a distance in the hard bright sunshine +looks like an encampment of snow-white tents among the coco palms, and +pretty enough withal. I am also aware that the corrugated-iron +roof is an advantage in enabling you to collect and store rain-water, +which is the safest kind of water you can get on the Coast, always supposing +you have not painted the aforesaid roof with red oxide an hour or two +before so collecting, as a friend of mine did once. But the heat +inside those iron houses is far greater than inside mud-walled, brick, +or wooden ones, and the alternations of temperature more sudden: mornings +and evenings they are cold and clammy; draughty they are always, thereby +giving you chill which means fever, and fever in West Africa means more +than it does in most places.</p> +<p>Going on shore at Accra with Lady MacDonald gave me opportunities +and advantages I should not otherwise have enjoyed, such as the hospitality +of the Governor, luxurious transport from the landing place to Christiansborg +Castle, a thorough inspection of the cathedral in course of erection, +and the strange and highly interesting function of going to a tea-party +at a police station to meet a king, - a real reigning king, - who kindly +attended with his suite and displayed an intelligent interest in photographs. +Tackie (that is His Majesty’s name) is an old, spare man, with +a subdued manner. His sovereign rights are acknowledged by the +Government so far as to hold him more or less responsible for any iniquity +committed by his people; and as the Government do not allow him to execute +or flagellate the said people, earthly pomp is rather a hollow thing +to Tackie.</p> +<p>On landing I was taken in charge by an Assistant Inspector of Police, +and after a scrimmage for my chief’s baggage and my own, which +reminded me of a long ago landing on the distant island of Guernsey, +the inspector and I got into a ’rickshaw, locally called a go-cart. +It was pulled in front by two government negroes and pushed behind by +another pair, all neatly attired in white jackets and knee breeches, +and crimson cummerbunds yards long, bound round their middles. +Now it is an ingrained characteristic of the uneducated negro, that +he cannot keep on a neat and complete garment of any kind. It +does not matter what that garment may be; so long as it is whole, off +it comes. But as soon as that garment becomes a series of holes, +held together by filaments of rag, he keeps it upon him in a manner +that is marvellous, and you need have no further anxiety on its behalf. +Therefore it was but natural that the governmental cummerbunds, being +new, should come off their wearers several times in the course of our +two mile trip, and as they wound riskily round the legs of their running +wearers, we had to make halts while one end of the cummerbund was affixed +to a tree-trunk and the other end to the man, who rapidly wound himself +up in it again with a skill that spoke of constant practice.</p> +<p>The road to Christiansborg from Accra, which runs parallel to the +sea and is broad and well-kept, is in places pleasantly shaded with +pepper trees, eucalyptus, and palms. The first part of it, which +forms the main street of Accra, is remarkable. The untidy, poverty-stricken +native houses or huts are no credit to their owners, and a constant +source of anxiety to a conscientious sanitary inspector. Almost +every one of them is a shop, but this does not give rise to the animated +commercial life one might imagine, owing, I presume, to the fact that +every native inhabitant of Accra who has any money to get rid of is +able recklessly to spend it in his own emporium. For these shops +are of the store nature, each after his kind, and seem homogeneously +stocked with tin pans, loud-patterned basins, iron pots, a few rolls +of cloth and bottles of American rum. After passing these there +are the Haussa lines, a few European houses, and the cathedral; and +when nearly into Christiansborg, a cemetery on either side of the road. +That to the right is the old cemetery, now closed, and when I was there, +in a disgracefully neglected state: a mere jungle of grass infested +with snakes. Opposite to it is the cemetery now in use, and I +remember well my first visit to it under the guidance of a gloomy Government +official, who said he always walked there every afternoon, “so +as to get used to the place before staying permanently in it,” +- a rank waste of time and energy, by the way, as subsequent events +proved, for he is now safe off the Gold Coast for good and all.</p> +<p>He took me across the well-kept grass to two newly dug graves, each +covered with wooden hoods in a most business-like way. Evidently +those hoods were regular parts of the cemetery’s outfit. +He said nothing, but waved his hand with a “take-your-choice,-they-are-both-quite-ready” +style. “Why?” I queried laconically. “Oh! +we always keep two graves ready dug for Europeans. We have to +bury very quickly here, you know,” he answered. I turned +at bay. I had had already a very heavy dose of details of this +sort that afternoon and was disinclined to believe another thing. +So I said, “It’s exceedingly wrong to do a thing like that, +you only frighten people to death. You can’t want new-dug +graves daily. There are not enough white men in the whole place +to keep the institution up.” “We do,” he replied, +“at any rate at this season. Why, the other day we had two +white men to bury before twelve o’clock, and at four, another +dropped in on a steamer.”</p> +<p>“At 4.30,” said a companion, an exceedingly accurate +member of the staff. “How you fellows <i>do</i> exaggerate!” +Subsequent knowledge of the Gold Coast has convinced me fully that the +extra funeral being placed half-an-hour sooner than it occurred is the +usual percentage of exaggeration you will be able to find in stories +relating to the local mortality. And at Accra, after I left it, +and all along the Gold Coast, came one of those dreadful epidemic outbursts +sweeping away more than half the white population in a few weeks.</p> +<p>But to return to our state journey along the Christiansborg road. +We soon reached the castle, an exceedingly roomy and solid edifice built +by the Danes, and far better fitted for the climate than our modern +dwellings, in spite of our supposed advance in tropical hygiene. +We entered by the sentry-guarded great gate into the courtyard; on the +right hand were the rest of the guard; most of them asleep on their +mats, but a few busy saying Dhikr, etc., towards Mecca, like the good +Mohammedans these Haussas are, others winding themselves into their +cummerbunds. On the left hand was Sir Brandford Griffiths’ +hobby - a choice and select little garden, of lovely eucharis lilies +mostly in tubs, and rare and beautiful flowers brought by him from his +Barbadian home; while shading it and the courtyard was a fine specimen +of that superb thing of beauty - a flamboyant tree - glorious with its +delicate-green acacia-like leaves and vermilion and yellow flowers, +and astonishing with its vast beans. A flight of stone stairs +leads from the courtyard to the upper part of the castle where the living +rooms are, over the extensive series of cool tunnel-like slave barracoons, +now used as store chambers. The upper rooms are high and large, +and full of a soft pleasant light and the thunder of the everlasting +surf breaking on the rocky spit on which the castle is built.</p> +<p>From the day the castle was built, now more than a hundred years +ago, the surf spray has been swept by the on-shore evening breeze into +every chink and cranny of the whole building, and hence the place is +mouldy - mouldy to an extent I, with all my experience in that paradise +for mould, West Africa, have never elsewhere seen. The matting +on the floors took an impression of your foot as a light snowfall would. +Beneath articles of furniture the cryptogams attained a size more in +keeping with the coal period than with the nineteenth century.</p> +<p>The Gold Coast is one of the few places in West Africa that I have +never felt it my solemn duty to go and fish in. I really cannot +say why. Seen from the sea it is a pleasant looking land. +The long lines of yellow, sandy beach backed by an almost continuous +line of blue hills, which in some places come close to the beach, in +other places show in the dim distance. It is hard to think that +it is so unhealthy as it is, from just seeing it as you pass by. +It has high land and has not those great masses of mangrove-swamp one +usually, at first, associates with a bad fever district, but which prove +on acquaintance to be at any rate no worse than this well-elevated open-forested +Gold Coast land. There are many things to be had here and in Lagos +which tend to make life more tolerable, that you cannot have elsewhere +until you are south of the Congo. Horses, for example, do fairly +well at Accra, though some twelve miles or so behind the town there +is a belt of tsetse fly, specimens of which I have procured and had +identified at the British Museum, and it is certain death to a horse, +I am told, to take it to Aburi.</p> +<p>The food-supply, although bad and dear, is superior to that you get +down south. Goats and sheep are fairly plentiful. In addition +to fresh meat and tinned you are able to get a quantity of good sea +fish, for the great West African Bank, which fringes the coast in the +Bight of Benin, abounds in fish, although the native cook very rarely +knows how to cook them. Then, too, you can get more fruit and +vegetables on the Gold Coast than at most places lower down: the plantain, +<a name="citation28"></a><a href="#footnote28">{28}</a> not least among +them and very good when allowed to become ripe, and then cut into longitudinal +strips, and properly fried; the banana, which surpasses it when served +in the same manner, or beaten up and mixed with rice, butter, and eggs, +and baked. Eggs, by the way, according to the great mass of native +testimony, are laid in this country in a state that makes them more +fit for electioneering than culinary purposes, and I shall never forget +one tribe I was once among, who, whenever I sat down on one of their +benches, used to smash eggs round me for ju-ju. They meant well. +But I will nobly resist the temptation to tell egg stories and industriously +catalogue the sour-sop, guava, grenadilla, aubergine or garden-egg, +yam, and sweet potato.</p> +<p>The sweet potato should be boiled, and then buttered and browned +in an oven, or fried. When cooked in either way I am devoted to +them, but in the way I most frequently come across them I abominate +them, for they jeopardise my existence both in this world and the next. +It is this way: you are coming home from a long and dangerous beetle-hunt +in the forest; you have battled with mighty beetles the size of pie +dishes, they have flown at your head, got into your hair and then nipped +you smartly. You have been also considerably stung and bitten +by flies, ants, etc., and are most likely sopping wet with rain, or +with the wading of streams, and you are tired and your feet go low along +the ground, and it is getting, or has got, dark with that ever-deluding +tropical rapidity, and then you for your sins get into a piece of ground +which last year was a native’s farm, and, placing one foot under +the tough vine of a surviving sweet potato, concealed by rank herbage, +you plant your other foot on another portion of the same vine. +Your head you then deposit promptly in some prickly ground crop, or +against a tree stump, and then, if there is human blood in you, you +say d--n!</p> +<p>Then there are also alligator-pears, limes, and oranges. There +is something about those oranges I should like to have explained. +They are usually green and sweetish in taste, nor have they much white +pith, but now and again you get a big bright yellow one from those trees +that have been imported, and these are very pithy and in full possession +of the flavour of verjuice. They have also got the papaw on the +Coast, the <i>Carica papaya</i> of botanists. It is an insipid +fruit. To the newcomer it is a dreadful nuisance, for no sooner +does an old coaster set eyes on it than he straightway says, “Paw-paws +are awfully good for the digestion, and even if you just hang a tough +fowl or a bit of goat in the tree among the leaves, it gets tender in +no time, for there is an awful lot of pepsine in a paw-paw,” - +which there is not, papaine being its active principle. After +hearing this hymn of praise to the papaw some hundreds of times, it +palls, and you usually arrive at this tired feeling about the thing +by the time you reach the Gold Coast, for it is a most common object, +and the same man will say the same thing about it a dozen times a day +if he gets the chance. I got heartily sick of it on my first voyage +out, and rashly determined to check the old coaster in this habit of +his, preparatory to stamping the practice out. It was one of my +many failures. I soon met an old coaster with a papaw fruit in +sight, and before he had time to start, I boldly got away with “The +paw-paw is awfully good for the digestion,” hoping that this display +of knowledge would impress him and exempt me from hearing the rest of +the formula. But no. “Right you are,” said he +solemnly. “It’s a powerful thing is the paw-paw. +Why, the other day we had a sad case along here. You know what +a nuisance young assistants are, bothering about their chop, and scorpions +in their beds and boots, and what not and a half, and then, when you +have pulled them through these, and often enough before, pegging out +with fever, or going on the fly in the native town. Did you know +poor B---? Well! he’s dead now, had fever and went off like +a babe in eight hours though he’d been out fourteen years for +A--- and D---. They sent him out a new book-keeper, a tender young +thing with a dairymaid complexion and the notion that he’d got +the indigestion. He fidgeted about it something awful. One +night there was a big paw-paw on the table for evening chop, and so +B---, who was an awfully good chap, told him about how good it was for +the digestion. The book-keeper said his trouble always came on +two hours after eating, and asked if he might take a bit of the thing +to his room. ‘Certainly,’ says B---, and as the paw-paw +wasn’t cut at that meal the book-keeper quietly took it off whole +with him.</p> +<p>“In the morning time he did not turn up. B---, just before +breakfast, went to his room and he wasn’t there, but he noticed +the paw-paw was on the bed and that was all, so he thought the book-keeper +must have gone for a walk, being, as it were, a bit too tender to have +gone on the fly as yet. So he just told the store clerk to tell +the people to return him to the firm when they found him straying around +lost, and thought no more about it, being, as it was, mail-day, and +him busy.</p> +<p>“Well! Fortunately the steward boy put that paw-paw on +the table again for twelve o’clock chop. If it hadn’t +been for that, not a living soul would have known the going of the book-keeper. +For when B--- cut it open, there, right inside it, were nine steel trouser-buttons, +a Waterbury watch, and the poor young fellow’s keys. For +you see, instead of his digesting his dinner with that paw-paw, the +paw-paw took charge and digested him, dinner and all, and when B--- +interrupted it, it was just getting a grip on the steel things. +There’s an awful lot of pepsine in a paw-paw, and if you hang, +etc., etc.”</p> +<p>I collapsed, feebly murmuring that it was very interesting, but sad +for the poor young fellow’s friends.</p> +<p>“Not necessarily,” said the old coaster. So he +had the last word, and never again will I attempt to alter the ways +of the genuine old coaster. What you have got to do with him is +to be very thankful you have had the honour of knowing him.</p> +<p>Still I think we do over-estimate the value of the papaw, although +I certainly did once myself hang the leg of a goat no mortal man could +have got tooth into, on to a papaw tree with a bit of string for the +night. In the morning it was clean gone, string and all; but whether +it was the pepsine, the papaine, or a purloining pagan that was the +cause of its departure there was no evidence to show. Yet I am +myself, as Hans Breitmann says, “still skebdigal” as to +the papaw, and I dare say you are too.</p> +<p>But I must forthwith stop writing about the Gold Coast, or I shall +go on telling you stories and wasting your time, not to mention the +danger of letting out those which would damage the nerves of the cultured +of temperate climes, such as those relating to the youth who taught +himself French from a six months’ method book; of the man who +wore brass buttons; the moving story of three leeches and two gentlemen; +the doctor up a creek; and the reason why you should not eat pork along +here because all the natives have either got the guinea-worm, or kraw-kraw +or ulcers; and then the pigs go and - dear me! it was a near thing that +time. I’ll leave off at once.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER II. FERNANDO PO AND THE BUBIS.</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>Giving some account of the occupation of this island by the whites +and the manners and customs of the blacks peculiar to it.</i></p> +<p>Our outward voyage really terminated at Calabar, and it terminated +gorgeously in fireworks and what not, in honour of the coming of Lady +MacDonald, the whole settlement, white and black, turning out to do +her honour to the best of its ability; and its ability in this direction +was far greater than, from my previous knowledge of Coast conditions, +I could have imagined possible. Before Sir Claude MacDonald settled +down again to local work, he and Lady MacDonald crossed to Fernando +Po, still in the <i>Batanga</i>, and I accompanied them, thus getting +an opportunity of seeing something of Spanish official circles.</p> +<p>I had heard sundry noble legends of Fernando Po, and seen the coast +and a good deal of the island before, but although I had heard much +of the Governor, I had never met him until I went up to his residence +with Lady MacDonald and the Consul-General. He was a delightful +person, who, as a Spanish naval officer, some time resident in Cuba, +had picked up a lot of English, with a strong American accent clinging +to it. He gave a most moving account of how, as soon as his appointment +as Governor was announced, all his friends and acquaintances carefully +explained to him that this appointment was equivalent to execution, +only more uncomfortable in the way it worked out. During the outward +voyage this was daily confirmed by the stories told by the sailors and +merchants personally acquainted with the place, who were able to support +their information with dates and details of the decease of the victims +to the climate.</p> +<p>Still he kept up a good heart, but when he arrived at the island +he found his predecessor had died of fever; and he himself, the day +after landing, went down with a bad attack and he was placed in a bed +- the same bed, he was mournfully informed, in which the last Governor +had expired. Then he did believe, all in one awful lump, all the +stories he had been told, and added to their horrors a few original +conceptions of death and purgatory, and a lot of transparent semi-formed +images of his own delirium. Fortunately both prophecy and personal +conviction alike miscarried, and the Governor returned from the jaws +of death. But without a moment’s delay he withdrew from +the Port of Clarence and went up the mountain to Basile, which is in +the neighbourhood of the highest native village, where he built himself +a house, and around it a little village of homes for the most unfortunate +set of human beings I have ever laid eye on. They are the remnant +of a set of Spanish colonists, who had been located at some spot in +the Spanish possessions in Morocco, and finding that place unfit to +support human life, petitioned the Government to remove them and let +them try colonising elsewhere.</p> +<p>The Spanish Government just then had one of its occasional fits of +interest in Fernando Po, and so shipped them here, and the Governor, +a most kindly and generous man, who would have been a credit to any +country, established them and their families around him at Basile, to +share with him the advantages of the superior elevation; advantages +he profoundly believed in, and which he has always placed at the disposal +of any sick white man on the island, of whatsoever nationality or religion. +Undoubtedly the fever is not so severe at Basile as in the lowlands, +but there are here the usual drawbacks to West African high land, namely +an over supply of rain, and equally saturating mists, to say nothing +of sudden and extreme alternations of temperature, and so the colonists +still fall off, and their children die continuously from the various +entozoa which abound upon the island.</p> +<p>When the Governor first settled upon the mountain he was very difficult +to get at for business purposes, and a telephone was therefore run up +to him from Clarence through the forest, and Spain at large felt proud +at this dashing bit of enterprise in modern appliance. Alas! the +primæval forests of Fernando Po were also charmed with the new +toy, and they talked to each other on it with their leaves and branches +to such an extent that a human being could not get a word in edgeways. +So the Governor had to order the construction of a road along the course +of the wire to keep the trees off it, but unfortunately the telephone +is still an uncertain means of communication, because another interruption +in its usefulness still afflicts it, namely the indigenous natives’ +habit of stealing bits out of its wire, for they are fully persuaded +that they cannot be found out in their depredations provided they take +sufficient care that they are not caught in the act. The Governor +is thus liable to be cut off at any moment in the middle of a conversation +with Clarence, and the amount of “Hellos” “Are +you theres?” and “Speak louder, pleases” in Spanish +that must at such times be poured out and wasted in the lonely forests +before the break is realised and an unfortunate man sent off as a messenger, +is terrible to think of.</p> +<p>But nothing would persuade the Governor to come a mile down towards +Clarence until the day he should go there to join the vessel that was +to take him home, and I am bound to say he looked as if the method was +a sound one, for he was an exceedingly healthy, cheery-looking man.</p> +<p>Fernando Po is said to be a comparatively modern island, and not +so very long ago to have been connected with the mainland, the strait +between them being only nineteen miles across, and not having any deep +soundings. <a name="citation37"></a><a href="#footnote37">{37}</a> +I fail to see what grounds there are for these ideas, for though Fernando +Po’s volcanoes are not yet extinct, but merely have their fires +banked, yet, on the other hand, the island has been in existence sufficiently +long to get itself several peculiar species of animals and plants, and +that is a thing which takes time. I myself do not believe that +this island was ever connected with the continent, but arose from the +ocean as the result of a terrific upheaval in the chain of volcanic +activity which runs across the Atlantic from the Cameroon Mountains +in a SSW. direction to Anno Bom island, and possibly even to the Tristan +da Cunha group midway between the Cape and South America.</p> +<p>These volcanic islands are all of extreme beauty and fertility. +They consist of Fernando Po (10,190 ft.); Principe (3000 ft.); San Thomé +(6,913 ft.); and Anno Bom (1,350 ft.). San Thomé and Principe +are Portuguese possessions, Fernando Po and Anno Bom Spanish, and they +are all exceedingly unhealthy. San Thomé is still called +“The Dutchman’s Church-yard,” on account of the devastation +its climate wrought among the Hollanders when they once occupied it; +as they seem, at one time or another, to have occupied all Portuguese +possessions out here, during the long war these two powers waged with +each other for supremacy in the Bights, a supremacy that neither of +them attained to. Principe is said to be the most unhealthy, and +the reason of the difference in this particular between Principe and +Anno Bom is said to arise from the fact that the former is on the Guinea +Current - a hot current - and Anno Bom on the Equatorial, which averages +10° cooler than its neighbour.</p> +<p>The shores of San Thomé are washed by both currents, and the +currents round Fernando Po are in a mixed and uncertain state. +It is difficult, unless you have haunted these seas, to realise the +interest we take down there in currents; particularly when you are navigating +small sailing boats, a pursuit I indulge in necessarily from my fishing +practices. Their effect on the climate too is very marked. +If we could only arrange for some terrific affair to take place in the +bed of the Atlantic, that would send that precious Guinea current to +the place it evidently comes from, and get the cool Equatorial alongside +the mainland shore, West Africa would be quite another place.</p> +<p>Fernando Po is the most important island as regards size on the West +African coast, and at the same time one of the most beautiful in the +world. It is a great volcanic mass with many craters, and culminates +in the magnificent cone, Clarence Peak, called by the Spaniards, Pico +de Santa Isabel, by the natives of the island O Wassa. Seen from +the sea or from the continent it looks like an immense single mountain +that has floated out to sea. It is visible during clear weather +(and particularly sharply visible in the strange clearness you get after +a tornado) from a hundred miles to seawards, and anything more perfect +than Fernando Po when you sight it, as you occasionally do from far-away +Bonny Bar, in the sunset, floating like a fairy island made of gold +or of amethyst, I cannot conceive. It is almost equally lovely +at close quarters, namely from the mainland at Victoria, nineteen miles +distant. Its moods of beauty are infinite; for the most part gentle +and gorgeous, but I have seen it silhouetted hard against tornado-clouds, +and grandly grim from the upper regions of its great brother Mungo. +And as for Fernando Po in full moonlight - well there! you had better +go and see it yourself.</p> +<p>The whole island is, or rather I should say was, heavily forested +almost to its peak, with a grand and varied type of forest, very rich +in oil palms and tree-ferns, and having an undergrowth containing an +immense variety and quantity of ferns and mosses. Sugar-cane also +grows wild here, an uncommon thing in West Africa. The last botanical +collection of any importance made from these forests was that of Herr +Mann, and its examination showed that Abyssinian genera and species +predominated, and that many species similar to those found in the mountains +of Mauritius, the Isle de Bourbon, and Madagascar, were present. +The number of European plants (forty-three genera, twenty-seven species) +is strikingly large, most of the British forms being represented chiefly +at the higher elevations. What was more striking was that it showed +that South African forms were extremely rare, and not one of the characteristic +types of St. Helena occurred.</p> +<p>Cocoa, coffee, and cinchona, alas! flourish in Fernando Po, as the +coffee suffers but little from the disease that harasses it on the mainland +at Victoria, and this is the cause of the great destruction of the forest +that is at present taking place. San Thomé, a few years +ago, was discovered by its surprised neighbours to be amassing great +wealth by growing coffee, and so Fernando Po and Principe immediately +started to amass great wealth too, and are now hard at work with gangs +of miscellaneous natives got from all parts of the Coast save the Kru. +For to the Kruboy, “Panier,” as he calls “Spaniard,” +is a name of horror worse even than Portugee, although he holds “God +made white man and God made black man, but dem debil make Portugee,” +and he also remembers an unfortunate affair that occurred some years +ago now, in connection with coffee-growing.</p> +<p>A number of Krumen engaged themselves for a two years’ term +of labour on the Island of San Thomé, and when they arrived there, +were set to work on coffee plantations by the Portuguese. Now +agricultural work is “woman’s palaver,” but nevertheless +the Krumen made shift to get through with it, vowing the while no doubt, +as they hopefully notched away the moons on their tally-sticks, that +they would never let the girls at home know that they had been hoeing. +But when their moons were all complete, instead of being sent home with +their pay to “We country,” they were put off from time to +time; and month after month went by and they were still on San Thomé, +and still hoeing. At last the home-sick men, in despair of ever +getting free, started off secretly in ones and twos to try and get to +“We country” across hundreds of miles of the storm-haunted +Atlantic in small canoes, and with next to no provisions. The +result was a tragedy, but it might easily have been worse; for a few, +a very few, were picked up alive by English vessels and taken back to +their beloved “We country” to tell the tale. But many +a canoe was found with a dead Kruboy or so in it; and many a one which, +floating bottom upwards, graphically spoke of madness caused by hunger, +thirst, and despair having driven its occupants overboard to the sharks.</p> +<p>My Portuguese friends assure me that there was never thought of permanently +detaining the boys, and that they were only just keeping them until +other labourers arrived to take their place on the plantations. +I quite believe them, for I have seen too much of the Portuguese in +Africa to believe that they would, in a wholesale way, be cruel to natives. +But I am not in the least surprised that the poor Krumen took the Portuguese +<i>logo</i> and <i>amanhã</i> for Eternity itself, for I have +frequently done so.</p> +<p>The greatest length of the island lies N.E. and S.W., and amounts +to thirty-three miles; the mean breadth is seventeen miles. The +port, Clarence Cove, now called Santa Isabel by the Spaniards - who +have been giving Spanish names to all the English-named places without +any one taking much notice of them - is a very remarkable place, and +except perhaps Gaboon the finest harbour on the West Coast. The +point that brings Gaboon anchorage up in line with Clarence Cove is +its superior healthiness; for Clarence is a section of a circle, and +its shores are steep rocky cliffs from 100 to 200 feet high, and the +place, to put it very mildly, exceedingly hot and stuffy. The +cove is evidently a partly submerged crater, the submerged rim of the +crater is almost a perfect semi-circle seawards - having on it 4, 5, +7, 8, and 10 fathoms of water save almost in the centre of the arc where +there is a passage with 12 to 14 fathoms. Inside, in the crater, +there is deeper water, running in places from 30 to 45 fathoms, and +outside the submerged rim there is deeper water again, but rocky shoals +abound. On the top of the shore cliffs stands the dilapidated +little town of Clarence, on a plateau that falls away slightly towards +the mountain for about a mile, when the ground commences to rise into +the slopes of the Cordillera. On the narrow beach, tucked close +against the cliffs, are a few stores belonging to the merchants, where +goods are placed on landing, and there is a little pier too, but as +it is usually having something done to its head, or else is closed by +the authorities because they intend doing something by and by, the chances +are against its being available for use. Hence it usually comes +about that you have to land on the beach, and when you have done this +you make your way up a very steep path, cut in the cliffside, to the +town. When you get there you find yourself in the very dullest +town I know on the Coast. I remember when I first landed in Clarence +I found its society in a flutter of expectation and alarm not untinged +with horror. Clarence, nay, the whole of Fernando Po, was about +to become so rackety and dissipated as to put Paris and Monte Carlo +to the blush. Clarence was going to have a café; and what +was going to go on in that café I shrink from reciting.</p> +<p>I have little hesitation now in saying this alarm was a false one. +When I next arrived in Clarence it was just as sound asleep and its +streets as weed-grown as ever, although the café was open. +My idea is that the sleepiness of the place infected the café +and took all the go out of it. But again it may have been that +the inhabitants were too well guarded against its evil influence, for +there are on the island fifty-two white laymen, and fifty-four priests +to take charge of them <a name="citation44"></a><a href="#footnote44">{44}</a> +- the extra two being, I presume, to look after the Governor’s +conduct, although this worthy man made a most spirited protest against +this view when I suggested it to him; and in addition to the priests +there are several missionaries of the Methodist mission, and also a +white gentleman who has invented a new religion. Anyhow, the café +smoulders like a damp squib.</p> +<p>When you spend the day on shore and when, having exhausted the charms +of the town, - a thing that usually takes from between ten minutes to +a quarter of an hour, - you apply to an inhabitant for advice as to +the disposal of the rest of your shore leave, you are told to “go +and see the coals.” You say you have not come to tropical +islands to see a coal heap, and applying elsewhere for advice you probably +get the same. So, as you were told to “go and see the coals” +when you left your ship, you do as you are bid. These coals, the +remnant of the store that was kept here for the English men-of-war, +were left here when the naval station was removed. The Spaniards +at first thought of using them, and ran a tram-way from Clarence to +them. But when the tramway was finished, their activity had run +out too, and to this day there the coals remain. Now and again +some one has the idea that they are quite good, and can be used for +a steamer, and some people who have tried them say they are all right, +and others say they are all wrong. And so the end of it will be +that some few thousand years hence there will be a serious quarrel among +geologists on the strange pocket of coal on Fernando Po, and they will +run up continents, and raise and lower oceans to explain them, and they +will doubtless get more excitement and pleasure out of them than you +can nowadays.</p> +<p>The history of the English occupation of Fernando Po seems often +misunderstood, and now and then one hears our Government reviled for +handing it over to the Spaniards. But this was unavoidable, for +we had it as a loan from Spain in 1827 as a naval station for our ships, +at that time energetically commencing to suppress the slave trade in +the Bights; the idea being that this island would afford a more healthy +and convenient spot for a naval depot than any port on the coast itself.</p> +<p>More convenient Fernando Po certainly was, but not more healthy, +and ever since 1827 it has been accumulating for itself an evil reputation +for unhealthiness which is only languishing just at present because +there is an interval between its epidemics - fever in Fernando Po, even +more than on the mainland, having periodic outbursts of a more serious +type than the normal intermittent and remittent of the Coast. +Moreover, Fernando Po shares with Senegal the undoubted yet doubtful +honour of having had regular yellow fever. In 1862 and 1866 this +disease was imported by a ship that had come from Havana. Since +then it has not appeared in the definite South American form, and therefore +does not seem to have obtained the foothold it has in Senegal, where +a few years ago all the money voted for the keeping of the <i>Fête +Nationale</i> was in one district devoted by public consent to the purchase +of coffins, required by an overwhelming outbreak of Yellow Jack.</p> +<p>In 1858 the Spanish Government thinking, presumably, that the slave +trade was suppressed enough, or at any rate to a sufficiently inconvenient +extent, re-claimed Fernando Po, to the horror of the Baptist missionaries +who had settled in Clarence apparently under the erroneous idea that +the island had been definitely taken over by the English. This +mission had received from the West African Company a large grant of +land, and had collected round it a gathering of Sierra Leonians and +other artisan and trading Africans who were attracted to Clarence by +the work made by the naval station; and these people, with the English +traders who also settled here for a like reason, were the founders of +Clarence Town. The declaration of the Spanish Government stating +that only Roman Catholic missions would be countenanced caused the Baptists +to abandon their possessions and withdraw to the mainland in Ambas Bay, +where they have since remained, and nowadays Protestantism is represented +by a Methodist Mission which has a sub-branch on the mainland on the +Akwayafe River and one on the Qua Ibo.</p> +<p>The Spaniards, on resuming possession of the island, had one of their +attacks of activity regarding it, and sent out with Don Carlos Chacon, +who was to take over the command, four Jesuit priests, a secretary, +a commissariat officer, a custom-house clerk, and a transport, the <i>Santa +Maria</i>, with a number of emigrant families. This attempt to +colonise Fernando Po should have at least done the good of preventing +such experiments ever being tried again with women and children, for +of these unfortunate creatures - for whom, in spite of its being the +wet season, no houses had been provided - more than 20 per cent. died +in the space of five months. Mr. Hutchinson, who was English Consul +at the time, tells us that “In a very short time gaunt figures +of men, women, and children might be seen crawling through the streets, +with scarcely an evidence of life in their faces, save the expression +of a sort of torpid carelessness as to how soon it might be their turn +to drop off and die. The <i>Portino</i>, a steamer, carried back +fifty of them to Cadiz, who looked when they embarked more like living +skeletons of skin and bone than animated human beings.” <a name="citation47"></a><a href="#footnote47">{47}</a> +I quote this not to cast reproach on the Spanish Government, but merely +to give a fact, a case in point, of the deadly failure of endeavours +to colonise on the West Coast, a thing which is even now occasionally +attempted, always with the same sad results, though in most cases these +attempts are now made by religious but misinformed people under Bishop +Taylor’s mission.</p> +<p>The Spaniards did not entirely confine their attention to planting +colonists in a ready-made state on the island. As soon as they +had settled themselves and built their barracks and Government House, +they set to work and cleared away the bush for an area of from four +to six miles round the town. The ground soon became overgrown +again, but this clearing is still perceptible in the different type +of forest on it, and has enabled the gardens and little plantations +round Clarence to be made more easily. My Spanish friends assure +me that the Portuguese, who discovered the island in 1471, <a name="citation48a"></a><a href="#footnote48a">{48a}</a> +and who exchanged it and Anno Bom in 1778 to the Spaniards for the little +island of Catalina and the colony of Sacramento in South America, did +not do anything to develop it. When they, the Spaniards, first +entered into possession they at once set to work to colonise and clear. +Then the colonisation scheme went to the bad, the natives poisoned the +wells, it is said, and the attention of the Spaniards was in those days +turned, for some inscrutable reason, to the eastern shores of the island +- a district now quite abandoned by whites, on account of its unhealthiness +- and they lost in addition to the colonists a terrible quantity of +their sailors, in Concepcion Bay. <a name="citation48b"></a><a href="#footnote48b">{48b}</a> +A lull then followed, and the Spaniards willingly lent the place to +the English as aforesaid. They say we did nothing except establish +Clarence as a headquarters, which they consider to have been a most +excellent enterprise, and import the Baptist Mission, which they hold +as a less estimable undertaking; but there! that’s nothing to +what the Baptist Mission hold regarding the Spaniards. For my +own part, I wish the Spaniards better luck this time in their activity, +for in directing it to plantations they are on a truer and safer road +to wealth than they have been with their previous importations of Cuban +political prisoners and ready-made families of colonists, and I hope +they will send home those unfortunate wretches they have there now, +and commence, in their expected two years, to reap the profits of the +coffee and cocoa. Certainly the chances are that they may, for +the soil of Fernando Po is of exceeding fertility; Mr. Hutchinson says +he has known Indian corn planted here on a Monday evening make its appearance +four inches above ground on the following Wednesday morning, within +a period, he carefully says, of thirty-six hours. I have seen +this sort of thing over in Victoria, but I like to get a grown, strong +man, and a Consul of Her Britannic Majesty, to say it for me.</p> +<p>Having discoursed at large on the various incomers to Fernando Po +we may next turn to the natives, properly so-called, the Bubis. +These people, although presenting a series of interesting problems to +the ethnologist, both from their insular position, and their differentiation +from any of the mainland peoples, are still but little known. +To a great extent this has arisen from their exclusiveness, and their +total lack of enthusiasm in trade matters, a thing that differentiates +them more than any other characteristic from the mainlanders, who, young +and old, men and women, regard trade as the great affair of life, take +to it as soon as they can toddle, and don’t even leave it off +at death, according to their own accounts of the way the spirits of +distinguished traders still dabble and interfere in market matters. +But it is otherwise with the Bubi. A little rum, a few beads, +and finish - then he will turn the rest of his attention to catching +porcupines, or the beautiful little gazelles, gray on the back, and +white underneath, with which the island abounds. And what time +he may have on hand after this, he spends in building houses and making +himself hats. It is only his utterly spare moments that he employs +in making just sufficient palm oil from the rich supply of nuts at his +command to get that rum and those beads of his. Cloth he does +not want; he utterly fails to see what good the stuff is, for he abhors +clothes. The Spanish authorities insist that the natives who come +into the town should have something on, and so they array themselves +in a bit of cotton cloth, which before they are out of sight of the +town on their homeward way, they strip off and stuff into their baskets, +showing in this, as well as in all other particulars, how uninfluencible +by white culture they are. For the Spaniards, like the Portuguese, +are great sticklers for clothes and insist on their natives wearing +them - usually with only too much success. I shall never forget +the yards and yards of cotton the ladies of Loanda wore; and not content +with making cocoons of their bodies, they wore over their heads, as +a mantilla, some dozen yards or so of black cloth into the bargain. +Moreover this insistence on drapery for the figure is not merely for +towns; a German officer told me the other day that when, a week or so +before, his ship had called at Anno Bom, they were simply besieged for +“clo’, clo’, clo’;” the Anno Bomians explaining +that they were all anxious to go across to Principe and get employment +on coffee plantations, but that the Portuguese planters would not engage +them in an unclothed state.</p> +<p>You must not, however, imagine that the Bubi is neglectful of his +personal appearance. In his way he is quite a dandy. But +his idea of decoration goes in the direction of a plaster of “tola” +pomatum over his body, and above all a hat. This hat may be an +antique European one, or a bound-round handkerchief, but it is more +frequently a confection of native manufacture, and great taste and variety +are displayed in its make. They are of plaited palm leaf - that’s +all you can safely generalise regarding them - for sometimes they have +broad brims, sometimes narrow, sometimes no brims at all. So, +too, with the crown. Sometimes it is thick and domed, sometimes +non-existent, the wearer’s hair aglow with red-tail parrots’ +feathers sticking up where the crown should be. As a general rule +these hats are much adorned with oddments of birds’ plumes, and +one chief I knew had quite a Regent-street Dolly Varden creation which +he used to affix to his wool in a most intelligent way with bonnet-pins +made of wood. These hats are also a peculiarity of the Bubi, for +none of the mainlanders care a row of pins for hats, except “for +dandy,” to wear occasionally, whereas the Bubi wears his perpetually, +although he has by no means the same amount of sun to guard against +owing to the glorious forests of his island.</p> +<p>For earrings the Bubi wears pieces of wood stuck through the lobe +of the ear, and although this is not a decorative habit still it is +less undecorative than that of certain mainland friends of mine in this +region, who wear large and necessarily dripping lumps of fat in their +ears and in their hair. His neck is hung round with jujus on strings +- bits of the backbones of pythons, teeth, feathers, and antelope horns, +and occasionally a bit of fat in a bag. Round his upper arm are +bracelets, preferably made of ivory got from the mainland, for celluloid +bracelets carefully imported for his benefit he refuses to look at. +Often these bracelets are made of beads, or a circlet of leaves, and +when on the war-path an armlet of twisted grass is always worn by the +men. Men and women alike wear armlets, and in the case of the +women they seem to be put on when young, for you see puffs of flesh +growing out from between them. They are not entirely for decoration, +serving also as pockets, for under them men stick a knife, and women +a tobacco pipe, a well-coloured clay. Leglets of similar construction +are worn just under the knee on the right leg, while around the body +you see belts of <i>tshibbu</i>, small pieces cut from Achatectonia +shells, which form the native currency of the island. These shells +are also made into veils worn by the women at their wedding.</p> +<p>This native coinage-equivalent is very interesting, for such things +are exceedingly rare in West Africa. The only other instance I +personally know of a tribe in this part of the world using a native-made +coin is that of the Fans, who use little bundles of imitation axe-heads. +Dr. Oscar Baumann, who knows more than any one else about these Bubis, +thinks, I believe, that these bits of Achatectonia shells may have been +introduced by the runaway Angola slaves in the old days, who used to +fly from their Portuguese owners on San Thomé to the Spaniards +on Fernando Po. The villages of the Bubis are in the forest in +the interior of the island, and they are fairly wide apart. They +are not a sea-beach folk, although each village has its beach, which +merely means the place to which it brings its trade, these beaches being +usually the dwelling places of the so-called Portos, <a name="citation51"></a><a href="#footnote51">{51}</a> +negroes, who act as middle-men between the Bubis and the whites.</p> +<p>You will often be told that the Bubis are singularly bad house-builders, +indeed that they make no definite houses at all, but only rough shelters +of branches. This is, however, a mistake. Shelters of this +kind that you come across are merely the rough huts put up by hunters, +not true houses. The village is usually fairly well built, and +surrounded with a living hedge of stakes. The houses inside this +are four-cornered, the walls made of logs of wood stuck in edgeways, +and surmounted by a roof of thatch pitched at an extremely stiff angle, +and the whole is usually surrounded with a dug-out drain to carry off +surface water. These houses, as usual on the West Coast, are divisible +into two classes - houses of assembly, and private living houses. +The first are much the larger. The latter are very low, and sometimes +ridiculously small, but still they are houses and better than those +awful Loango grass affairs you get on the Congo.</p> +<p>Herr Baumann says that the houses high up on the mountain have double +walls between which there is a free space; an arrangement which may +serve to minimise the extreme draughtiness of an ordinary Bubi house +- a very necessary thing in these relatively chilly upper regions. +I may remark on my own account that the Bubi villages do not often lie +right on the path, but, like those you have to deal with up the Calabar, +some little way off it. This is no doubt for the purpose of concealing +their whereabouts from strangers, and it does it successfully too, for +many a merry hour have I spent dodging up and down a path trying to +make out at what particular point it was advisable to dive into the +forest thicket to reach a village. But this cultivates habits +of observation, and a short course of this work makes you recognise +which tree is which along miles of a bush path as easily as you would +shops in your own street at home.</p> +<p>The main interest of the Bubi’s life lies in hunting, for he +is more of a sportsman than the majority of mainlanders. He has +not any big game to deal with, unless we except pythons - which attain +a great size on the island - and crocodiles. Elephants, though +plentiful on the adjacent mainland, are quite absent from Fernando Po, +as are also hippos and the great anthropoid apes; but of the little +gazelles, small monkeys, porcupines, and squirrels he has a large supply, +and in the rivers a very pretty otter <i>(Lutra poensis</i>) with yellow +brown fur often quite golden underneath; a creature which is, I believe, +identical with the Angola otter.</p> +<p>The Bubis use in their hunting flint-lock guns, but chiefly traps +and nets, and, I am told, slings. The advantage of these latter +methods are, I expect, the same as on the mainland, where a distinguished +sportsman once told me: “You go shoot thing with gun. Berrah +well - but you no get him thing for sure. No, sah. Dem gun +make nize. Berrah well. You fren hear dem nize and come +look him, and you hab to go share what you done kill. Or bad man +hear him nize, and he come look him, and you no fit to get share - you +fit to get kill yusself. Chii! chii! traps be best.” +I urged that the traps might also be robbed. “No, sah,” +says he, “them bian (charm) he look after them traps, he fit to +make man who go tief swell up and bust.”</p> +<p>The Bubis also fish, mostly by basket traps, but they are not experts +either in this or in canoe management. Their chief sea-shore sport +is hunting for the eggs of the turtles who lay in the sand from August +to October. These eggs - about 200 in each nest - are about the +size of a billiard-ball, with a leathery envelope, and are much valued +for food, as are also the grubs of certain beetles got from the stems +of the palm-trees, and the honey of the wild bees which abound here.</p> +<p>Their domestic animals are the usual African list; cats, dogs, sheep, +goats, and poultry. Pigs there are too, very domestic in Clarence +and in a wild state in the forest. These pigs are the descendants +of those imported by the Spaniards, and not long ago became such an +awful nuisance in Clarence that the Government issued instructions that +all pigs without rings in their noses - <i>i.e</i>. all in a condition +to grub up back gardens - should be forthwith shot if found abroad. +This proclamation was issued by the governmental bellman thus: - “I +say - I say - I say - I say. Suppose pig walk - iron no live for +him nose! Gun shoot. Kill him one time. Hear re! hear +re!”</p> +<p>However a good many pigs with no iron living in their noses got adrift +and escaped into the interior, and have flourished like the green bay-tree, +destroying the Bubi’s plantation and eating his yams, while the +Bubi retaliating kills and eats them. So it’s a drawn battle, +for the Bubi enjoys the pig and the pig enjoys the yams, which are of +singular excellence in this island and celebrated throughout the Bight. +Now, I am told, the Government are firmly discouraging the export of +these yams, which used to be quite a little branch of Fernando Po trade, +in the hope that this will induce the native to turn his attention to +working in the coffee and cacao plantations. Hope springs eternal +in the human breast, for the Bubi has shown continually since the 16th +century that he takes no interest in these things whatsoever. +Now and again a man or woman will come voluntarily and take service +in Clarence, submit to clothes, and rapidly pick up the ways of a house +or store. And just when their owner thinks he owns a treasure, +and begins to boast that he has got an exception to all Bubidom, or +else that he knows how to manage them better than other men, then a +hole in that man’s domestic arrangements suddenly appears. +The Bubi has gone, without giving a moment’s warning, and without +stealing his master’s property, but just softly and silently vanished +away. And if hunted up the treasure will be found in his or her +particular village - clothes-less, comfortable, utterly unconcerned, +and unaware that he or she has lost anything by leaving Clarence and +Civilisation. It is this conduct that gains for the Bubi the reputation +of being a bigger idiot than he really is.</p> +<p>For West Africans their agriculture is of a fairly high description +- the noteworthy point about it, however, is the absence of manioc. +Manioc is grown on Fernando Po, but only by the Portos. The Bubi +cultivated plants are yams <i>(Dioscorea alata</i>), koko (<i>Colocasia +esculenta</i> - the taro of the South Seas,) and plantains. Their +farms are well kept, particularly those in the grass districts by San +Carlos Bay. The yams of the Cordillera districts are the best +flavoured, but those of the east coast the largest. Palm-oil is +used for domestic purposes in the usual ways, and palm wine both fresh +and fermented is the ordinary native drink. Rum is held in high +esteem, but used in a general way in moderation as a cordial and a treat, +for the Bubi is, like the rest of the West African natives, by no means +an habitual drunkard. Gin he dislikes. <a name="citation55"></a><a href="#footnote55">{55}</a></p> +<p>And I may remark you will find the same opinion in regard to the +Dualla in Cameroons river - on the undeniable authority of Dr. Buchner, +and my own extensive experience of the West Coast bears it out.</p> +<p>Physically the Bubis are a fairly well-formed race of medium height; +they are decidedly inferior to the Benga or the Krus, but quite on a +level with the Effiks. The women indeed are very comely: their +colour is bronze and their skin the skin of the Bantu. Beards +are not uncommon among the men, and these give their faces possibly +more than anything else, a different look to the faces of the Effiks +or the Duallas. Indeed the people physically most like the Bubis +that I have ever seen, are undoubtedly the Bakwiri of Cameroons Mountain, +who are also liable to be bearded, or possibly I should say more liable +to wear beards, for a good deal of the African hairlessness you hear +commented on - in the West African at any rate - arises from his deliberately +pulling his hair out - his beard, moustache, whiskers, and, occasionally, +as among the Fans, his eyebrows.</p> +<p>Dr. Baumann, the great authority on the Bubi language says it is +a Bantu stock. <a name="citation56"></a><a href="#footnote56">{56}</a> +I know nothing of it myself save that it is harsh in sound. Their +method of counting is usually by fives but they are notably weak in +arithmetical ability, differing in this particular from the mainlanders, +and especially from their Negro neighbours, who are very good at figures, +surpassing the Bantu in this, as indeed they do in most branches of +intellectual activity.</p> +<p>But the most remarkable instance of inferiority the Bubis display +is their ignorance regarding methods of working iron. I do not +know that iron in a native state is found on Fernando Po, but scrap-iron +they have been in touch with for some hundreds of years. The mainlanders +are all cognisant of native methods of working iron, although many tribes +of them now depend entirely on European trade for their supply of knives, +etc., and this difference between them and the Bubis would seem to indicate +that the migration of the latter to the island must have taken place +at a fairly remote period, a period before the iron-working tribes came +down to the coast. Of course, if you take the Bubi’s usual +explanation of his origin, namely that he came out of the crater on +the top of Clarence Peak, this argument falls through; but he has also +another legend, one moreover which is likewise to be found upon the +mainland, which says he was driven from the district north of the Gaboon +estuary by the coming of the M’pongwe to the coast, and as this +legend is the more likely of the two I think we may accept it as true, +or nearly so. But what adds another difficulty to the matter is +that the Bubi is not only unlearned in iron lore, but he was learned +in stone, and up to the time of the youth of many Porto-negroes on Fernando +Po, he was making and using stone implements, and none of the tribes +within the memory of man have done this on the mainland. It is +true that up the Niger and about Benin and Axim you get polished stone +celts, but these are regarded as weird affairs, - thunderbolts - and +suitable only for grinding up and making into medicine; there is no +trace in the traditions of these places, as far as I have been able +to find, of any time at which stone implements were in common use, and +certainly the M’pongwe have not been a very long time on the coast, +for their coming is still remembered in their traditions. The +Bubi stone implements I have seen twice, but on neither occasion could +I secure one, and although I have been long promised specimens from +Fernando Po, I have not yet received them. They are difficult +to procure, because none of the present towns are on really old sites, +the Bubi, like most Bantus, moving pretty frequently, either because +the ground is witched, demonstrated by outbreaks of sickness, or because +another village-full of his fellow creatures, or a horrid white man +plantation-making, has come too close to him. A Roman Catholic +priest in Ka Congo once told me a legend he laughed much over, of how +a fellow priest had enterprisingly settled himself one night in the +middle of a Bubi village with intent to devote the remainder of his +life to quietly but thoroughly converting it. Next morning, when +he rose up, he found himself alone, the people having taken all their +portable possessions and vanished to build another village elsewhere. +The worthy Father spent some time chivying his flock about the forest, +but in vain, and he returned home disgusted, deciding that the Creator, +for some wise purpose, had dedicated the Bubis to the Devil.</p> +<p>The spears used by this interesting people are even to this day made +entirely of wood, and have such a Polynesian look about them that I +intend some time or other to bring some home and experiment on that +learned Polynesian-culture-expert, Baron von Hügel, with them: +- intellectually experiment, not physically, pray understand.</p> +<p>The pottery has a very early-man look about it, but in this it does +not differ much from that of the mainland, which is quite as poor, and +similarly made without a wheel, and sun-baked. Those pots of the +Bubis I have seen have, however, not had the pattern (any sort of pattern +does, and it need not be carefully done) that runs round mainland pots +to “keep their souls in” - <i>i.e</i>. to prevent their +breaking up on their own account.</p> +<p>The basket-work of the Bubis is of a superior order: the baskets +they make to hold the palm oil are excellent, and will hold water like +a basin, but I am in doubt whether this art is original, or imported +by the Portuguese runaway slaves, for they put me very much in mind +of those made by my old friends the Kabinders, from whom a good many +of those slaves were recruited. I think there is little doubt +that several of the musical instruments own this origin, particularly +their best beloved one, the elibo. This may be described as a +wooden bell having inside it for clappers several (usually five) pieces +of stick threaded on a bit of wood jammed into the dome of the bell +and striking the rim, beyond which the clappers just protrude. +These bells are very like those you meet with in Angola, but I have +not seen on the island, nor does Dr. Baumann cite having seen, the peculiar +double bell of Angola - the engongui. The Bubi bell is made out +of one piece of wood and worked - or played - with both hands. +Dr. Baumann says it is customary on bright moonlight nights for two +lines of men to sit facing each other and to clap - one can hardly call +it ring - these bells vigorously, but in good time, accompanying this +performance with a monotonous song, while the delighted women and children +dance round. The learned doctor evidently sees the picturesqueness +of this practice, but notes that the words of the songs are not “tiefsinnige” +(profound), as he has heard men for hours singing “The shark bites +the Bubi’s hand,” only that over and over again and nothing +more. This agrees with my own observations of all Bantu native +songs. I have always found that the words of these songs were +either the repetition of some such phrase as this, or a set of words +referring to the recent adventures or experiences of the singer or the +present company’s little peculiarities; with a very frequent chorus, +old and conventional.</p> +<p>The native tunes used with these songs are far superior, and I expect +many of them are very old. They are often full of variety and +beauty, particularly those of the M’pongwe and Igalwa, of which +I will speak later.</p> +<p>The dances I have no personal knowledge of, but there is nothing +in Baumann’s description to make one think they are distinct in +themselves from the mainland dances. I once saw a dance at Fernando +Po, but that was among Portos, and it was my old friend the Batuco in +all its beauty. But there is a distinct peculiarity about the +places the dances are held on, every village having a kept piece of +ground outside it which is the dancing place for the village - the ball-room +as it were; and exceedingly picturesque these dances must be, for they +are mostly held during the nights of full moon. These kept grounds +remind one very much of the similar looking patches of kept grass one +sees in villages in Ka Congo, but there is no similarity in their use, +for the Ka Congo lawns are of fetish, not frivolous, import.</p> +<p>The Bubis have an instrument I have never seen in an identical form +on the mainland. It is made like a bow, with a tense string of +fibre. One end of the bow is placed against the mouth, and the +string is then struck by the right hand with a small round stick, while +with the left it is scraped with a piece of shell or a knife-blade. +This excruciating instrument, I warn any one who may think of living +among the Bubis, is very popular. The drums used are both the +Dualla form - all wood - and the ordinary skin-covered drum, and I think +if I catalogue fifes made of wood, I shall have nearly finished the +Bubi orchestra. I have doubts on this point because I rather question +whether I may be allowed to refer to a very old bullock hide - unmounted +- as a musical instrument without bringing down the wrath of musicians +on my head. These stiff, dry pelts are much thought of, and played +by the artistes by being shaken as accompaniments to other instruments +- they make a noise, and that is after all the soul of most African +instrumental music. These instruments are all that is left of +certain bullocks which many years ago the Spaniards introduced, hoping +to improve the food supply. They seemed as if they would have +flourished well on the island, on the stretches of grass land in the +Cordillera and the East, but the Bubis, being great sportsmen, killed +them all off.</p> +<p>The festivities of the Bubis - dances, weddings, feasts, etc., - +at which this miscellaneous collection of instruments are used in concert, +usually take place in November, the dry season; but the Bubi is liable +to pour forth his soul in the bosom of his family at any time of the +day or night, from June to January, and when he pours it forth on that +bow affair it makes the lonely European long for home.</p> +<p>Divisions of time the Bubi can hardly be said to have, but this is +a point upon which all West Africans are rather weak, particularly the +Bantu. He has, however, a definite name for November, December, +and January - the dry season months - calling them Lobos.</p> +<p>The Fetish of these people, although agreeing on broad lines with +the Bantu Fetish, has many interesting points, as even my small knowledge +of it showed me, and it is a subject that would repay further investigation; +and as by fetish I always mean the governing but underlying ideas of +a man’s life, we will commence with the child. Nothing, +as far as I have been able to make out, happens to him, for fetish reasons, +when he first appears on the scene. He receives at birth, as is +usual, a name which is changed for another on his initiation into the +secret society, this secret society having also, as usual, a secret +language. About the age of three or five years the boy is decorated, +under the auspices of the witch doctor, with certain scars on the face. +These scars run from the root of the nose across the cheeks, and are +sometimes carried up in a curve on to the forehead.</p> +<p>Tattooing, in the true sense of the word, they do not use much, but +they paint themselves, as the mainlanders do, with a red paint made +by burning some herb and mixing the ash with clay or oil, and they occasionally +- whether for ju-ju reasons or for mere decoration I do not know - paint +a band of yellow clay round the chest; but of the Bubi secret society +I know little, nor have I been able to find any one who knows much more. +Hutchinson, <a name="citation61"></a><a href="#footnote61">{61}</a> +in his exceedingly amusing description of a wedding he was once present +at among these people, would lead one to think the period of seclusion +of the women’s society was twelve months.</p> +<p>The chief god or spirit, O Wassa, resides in the crater of the highest +peak, and by his name the peak is known to the native. Another +very important spirit, to whom goats and sheep are offered, is Lobe, +resident in a crater lake on the northern slope of the Cordilleras, +and the grass you sometimes see a Bubi wearing is said to come from +this lake and be a ju-ju of Lobe’s. Dr. Baumann says that +the lake at Riabba from which the spirit Uapa rises is more holy, and +that he is small, and resides in a chasm in a rock whose declivity can +only be passed by means of bush ropes, and in the wet season he is not +get-at-able at all. He will, if given suitable offerings, reveal +the future to Bubis, but Bubis only. His priest is the King of +all the Bubis, upon whom it is never permitted to a white man, or a +Porto, to gaze. Baumann also gives the residence of another important +spirit as being the grotto at Banni. This is a sea-cave, only +accessible at low water in calm weather. I have heard many legends +of this cave, but have never had an opportunity of seeing it, or any +one who has seen it first hand.</p> +<p>The charms used by these people are similar in form to those of the +mainland Bantu, but the methods of treating paths and gateways are somewhat +peculiar. The gateways to the towns are sometimes covered by freshly +cut banana leaves, and during the religious feast in November, the paths +to the villages are barred across with a hedge of grass which no stranger +must pass through.</p> +<p>The government is a peculiar one for West Africa. Every village +has its chief, but the whole tribe obey one great chief or king who +lives in the crater-ravine at Riabba. This individual is called +Moka, but whether he is now the same man referred to by Rogoszinsky, +Mr. Holland, and the Rev. Hugh Brown, who attempted to interview him +in the seventies, I do not feel sure, for the Bubis are just the sort +of people to keep a big king going with a variety of individuals. +Even the indefatigable Dr. Baumann failed to see Moka, though he evidently +found out a great deal about the methods of his administration and formed +a very high opinion of his ability, for he says that to this one chief +the people owe their present unity and orderliness; that before his +time the whole island was in a state of internecine war: murder was +frequent, and property unsafe. Now their social condition, according +to the Doctor’s account, is a model to Europe, let alone Africa. +Civil wars have been abolished, disputes between villages being referred +to arbitration, and murder is swiftly and surely punished. If +the criminal has bolted into the forest and cannot be found, his village +is made responsible, and has to pay a fine in goats, sheep and tobacco +to the value of 16 pounds. Theft is extremely rare and offences +against the moral code also, the Bubis having an extremely high standard +in this matter, even the little children having each a separate sleeping +hut. In old days adultery was punished by cutting off the offender’s +hand. I have myself seen women in Fernando Po who have had a hand +cut off at the wrist, but I believe those were slave women who had suffered +for theft. Slaves the Bubis do have, but their condition is the +mild, poor relation or retainer form of slavery you find in Calabar, +and differs from the Dualla form, for the slaves live in the same villages +as their masters, while among the Duallas, as among most Bantu slave-holding +tribes, the slaves are excluded from the master’s village and +have separate villages of their own. For marriage ceremonies I +refer you to Mr. Hutchinson. Burial customs are exceedingly quaint +in the southern and eastern districts, where the bodies are buried in +the forest with their heads just sticking out of the ground. In +other districts the body is also buried in the forest, but is completely +covered and an erection of stones put up to mark the place.</p> +<p>Little is known of all West African fetish, still less of that of +these strange people. Dr. Oscar Baumann brought to bear on them +his careful unemotional German methods of observation, thereby giving +us more valuable information about them and their island than we otherwise +should possess. Mr. Hutchinson resided many years on Fernando +Po, in the capacity of H. B. M.’s Consul, with his hands full +of the affairs of the Oil Rivers and in touch with the Portos of Clarence, +but he nevertheless made very interesting observations on the natives +and their customs. The Polish exile and his courageous wife who +ascended Clarence Peak, Mr. Rogoszinsky, and another Polish exile, Mr. +Janikowski, about complete our series of authorities on the island. +Dr. Baumann thinks they got their information from Porto sources - sources +the learned Doctor evidently regards as more full of imagination than +solid fact, but, as you know, all African travellers are occasionally +in the habit of pooh-poohing each other, and I own that I myself have +been chiefly in touch with Portos, and that my knowledge of the Bubi +language runs to the conventional greeting form: - “Ipori?” +“Porto.” “Ke Soko?’” “Hatsi +soko”: - “Who are you?” “Porto.” +“What’s the news?” “No news.”</p> +<p>Although these Portos are less interesting to the ethnologist than +the philanthropist, they being by-products of his efforts, I must not +leave Fernando Po without mentioning them, for on them the trade of +the island depends. They are the middlemen between the Bubi and +the white trader. The former regards them with little, if any, +more trust than he regards the white men, and his view of the position +of the Spanish Governor is that he is chief over the Portos. That +he has any headship over Bubis or over the Bubi land - Itschulla as +he calls Fernando Po - he does not imagine possible. Baumann says +he was once told by a Bubi: “White men are fish, not men. +They are able to stay a little while on land, but at last they mount +their ships again and vanish over the horizon into the ocean. +How can a fish possess land?” If the coffee and cacao thrive +on Fernando Po to the same extent that they have already thriven on +San Thomé there is but little doubt that the Bubis will become +extinct; for work on plantations, either for other people, or themselves, +they will not, and then the Portos will become the most important class, +for they will go in for plantations. Their little factories are +studded all round the shores of the coast in suitable coves and bays, +and here in fairly neat houses they live, collecting palm-oil from the +Bubis, and making themselves little cacao plantations, and bringing +these products into Clarence every now and then to the white trader’s +factory. Then, after spending some time and most of their money +in the giddy whirl of that capital, they return to their homes and recover. +There is a class of them permanently resident in Clarence, the city +men of Fernando Po, and these are very like the Sierra Leonians of Free +Town, but preferable. Their origin is practically the same as +that of the Free Towners. They are the descendants of liberated +slaves set free during the time of our occupation of the island as a +naval depot for suppressing the slave trade, and of Sierra Leonians +and Accras who have arrived and settled since then. They have +some of the same “Black gennellum, Sar” style about them, +but not developed to the same ridiculous extent as in the Sierra Leonians, +for they have not been under our institutions. The “Nanny +Po” ladies are celebrated for their beauty all along the West +Coast, and very justly. They are not however, as they themselves +think, the most beautiful women in this part of the world. Not +at least to my way of thinking. I prefer an Elmina, or an Igalwa, +or a M’pongwe, or - but I had better stop and own that my affections +have got very scattered among the black ladies on the West Coast, and +I no sooner remember one lovely creature whose soft eyes, perfect form +and winning, pretty ways have captivated me than I think of another. +The Nanny Po ladies have often a certain amount of Spanish blood in +them, which gives a decidedly greater delicacy to their features - delicate +little nostrils, mouths not too heavily lipped, a certain gloss on the +hair, and a light in the eye. But it does not improve their colour, +and I am assured that it has an awful effect on their tempers, so I +think I will remain, for the present, the faithful admirer of my sable +Ingramina, the Igalwa, with the little red blossoms stuck in her night-black +hair, and a sweet soft look and word for every one, but particularly +for her ugly husband Isaac the “Jack Wash.”</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER III. VOYAGE DOWN COAST.</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>Wherein the voyager before leaving the Rivers discourses on dangers, +to which is added some account of Mangrove swamps and the creatures +that abide therein.</i></p> +<p>I left Calabar in May and joined the <i>Benguela</i> off Lagos Bar. +My voyage down coast in her was a very pleasant one and full of instruction, +for Mr. Fothergill, who was her purser, had in former years resided +in Congo Français as a merchant, and to Congo Français +I was bound with an empty hold as regards local knowledge of the district. +He was one of that class of men, of which you most frequently find representatives +among the merchants, who do not possess the power so many men along +here do possess (a power that always amazes me), of living for a considerable +time in a district without taking any interest in it, keeping their +whole attention concentrated on the point of how long it will be before +their time comes to get out of it. Mr. Fothergill evidently had +much knowledge and experience of the Fernan Vaz district and its natives. +He had, I should say, overdone his experiences with the natives, as +far as personal comfort and pleasure at the time went, having been nearly +killed and considerably chivied by them. Now I do not wish a man, +however much I may deplore his total lack of local knowledge, to go +so far as this. Mr. Fothergill gave his accounts of these incidents +calmly, and in an undecorated way that gave them a power and convincingness +verging on being unpleasant, although useful, to a person who was going +into the district where they had occurred, for one felt there was no +mortal reason why one should not personally get involved in similar +affairs. And I must here acknowledge the great subsequent service +Mr. Fothergill’s wonderfully accurate descriptions of the peculiar +characteristics of the Ogowé forests were to me when I subsequently +came to deal with these forests on my own account, as every district +of forest has peculiar characteristics of its own which you require +to know. I should like here to speak of West Coast dangers because +I fear you may think that I am careless of, or do not believe in them, +neither of which is the case. The more you know of the West Coast +of Africa, the more you realise its dangers. For example, on your +first voyage out you hardly believe the stories of fever told by the +old Coasters. That is because you do not then understand the type +of man who is telling them, a man who goes to his death with a joke +in his teeth. But a short experience of your own, particularly +if you happen on a place having one of its periodic epidemics, soon +demonstrates that the underlying horror of the thing is there, a rotting +corpse which the old Coaster has dusted over with jokes to cover it +so that it hardly shows at a distance, but which, when you come yourself +to live alongside, you soon become cognisant of. Many men, when +they have got ashore and settled, realise this, and let the horror get +a grip on them; a state briefly and locally described as funk, and a +state that usually ends fatally; and you can hardly blame them. +Why, I know of a case myself. A young man who had never been outside +an English country town before in his life, from family reverses had +to take a situation as book-keeper down in the Bights. The factory +he was going to was in an isolated out-of-the-way place and not in a +settlement, and when the ship called off it, he was put ashore in one +of the ship’s boats with his belongings, and a case or so of goods. +There were only the firm’s beach-boys down at the surf, and as +the steamer was in a hurry the officer from the ship did not go up to +the factory with him, but said good-bye and left him alone with a set +of naked savages as he thought, but really of good kindly Kru boys on +the beach. He could not understand what they said, nor they what +he said, and so he walked up to the house and on to the verandah and +tried to find the Agent he had come out to serve under. He looked +into the open-ended dining-room and shyly round the verandah, and then +sat down and waited for some one to turn up. Sundry natives turned +up, and said a good deal, but no one white or comprehensible, so in +desperation he made another and a bolder tour completely round the verandah +and noticed a most peculiar noise in one of the rooms and an infinity +of flies going into the venetian shuttered window. Plucking up +courage he went in and found what was left of the white Agent, a considerable +quantity of rats, and most of the flies in West Africa. He then +presumably had fever, and he was taken off, a fortnight afterwards, +by a French boat, to whom the natives signalled, and he is not coming +down the Coast again. Some men would have died right out from +a shock like this.</p> +<p>But most of the new-comers do not get a shock of this order. +They either die themselves or get more gradually accustomed to this +sort of thing, when they come to regard death and fever as soldiers, +who on a battle-field sit down, and laugh and talk round a camp fire +after a day’s hard battle, in which they have seen their friends +and companions falling round them; all the time knowing that to-morrow +the battle comes again and that to-morrow night they themselves may +never see.</p> +<p>It is not hard-hearted callousness, it is only their way. Michael +Scott put this well in <i>Tom Cringle’s Log</i>, in his account +of the yellow fever during the war in the West Indies. Fever, +though the chief danger, particularly to people who go out to settlements, +is not the only one; but as the other dangers, except perhaps domestic +poisoning, are incidental to pottering about in the forests, or on the +rivers, among the unsophisticated tribes, I will not dwell on them. +They can all be avoided by any one with common sense, by keeping well +out of the districts in which they occur; and so I warn the general +reader that if he goes out to West Africa, it is not because I said +the place was safe, or its dangers overrated. The cemeteries of +the West Coast are full of the victims of those people who have said +that Coast fever is “Cork fever,” and a man’s own +fault, which it is not; and that natives will never attack you unless +you attack them: which they will - on occasions.</p> +<p>My main aim in going to Congo Français was to get up above +the tide line of the Ogowé River and there collect fishes; for +my object on this voyage was to collect fish from a river north of the +Congo. I had hoped this river would have been the Niger, for Sir +George Goldie had placed at my disposal great facilities for carrying +on work there in comfort; but for certain private reasons I was disinclined +to go from the Royal Niger Protectorate into the Royal Niger Company’s +territory; and the Calabar, where Sir Claude MacDonald did everything +he possibly could to assist me, I did not find a good river for me to +collect fishes in. These two rivers failing me, from no fault +of either of their own presiding genii, my only hope of doing anything +now lay on the South West Coast river, the Ogowé, and everything +there depended on Mr. Hudson’s attitude towards scientific research +in the domain of ichthyology. Fortunately for me that gentleman +elected to take a favourable view of this affair, and in every way in +his power assisted me during my entire stay in Congo Français. +But before I enter into a detailed description of this wonderful bit +of West Africa, I must give you a brief notice of the manners, habits +and customs of West Coast rivers in general, to make the thing more +intelligible.</p> +<p>There is an uniformity in the habits of West Coast rivers, from the +Volta to the Coanza, which is, when you get used to it, very taking. +Excepting the Congo, the really great river comes out to sea with as +much mystery as possible; lounging lazily along among its mangrove swamps +in a what’s-it-matter-when-one-comes-out and where’s-the-hurry +style, through quantities of channels inter-communicating with each +other. Each channel, at first sight as like the other as peas +in a pod, is bordered on either side by green-black walls of mangroves, +which Captain Lugard graphically described as seeming “as if they +had lost all count of the vegetable proprieties, and were standing on +stilts with their branches tucked up out of the wet, leaving their gaunt +roots exposed in midair.” High-tide or low-tide, there is +little difference in the water; the river, be it broad or narrow, deep +or shallow, looks like a pathway of polished metal; for it is as heavy +weighted with stinking mud as water e’er can be, ebb or flow, +year out and year in. But the difference in the banks, though +an unending alternation between two appearances, is weird.</p> +<p>At high-water you do not see the mangroves displaying their ankles +in the way that shocked Captain Lugard. They look most respectable, +their foliage rising densely in a wall irregularly striped here and +there by the white line of an aërial root, coming straight down +into the water from some upper branch as straight as a plummet, in the +strange, knowing way an aërial root of a mangrove does, keeping +the hard straight line until it gets some two feet above water-level, +and then spreading out into blunt fingers with which to dip into the +water and grasp the mud. Banks indeed at high water can hardly +be said to exist, the water stretching away into the mangrove swamps +for miles and miles, and you can then go, in a suitable small canoe, +away among these swamps as far as you please.</p> +<p>This is a fascinating pursuit. But it is a pleasure to be indulged +in with caution; for one thing, you are certain to come across crocodiles. +Now a crocodile drifting down in deep water, or lying asleep with its +jaws open on a sand-bank in the sun, is a picturesque adornment to the +landscape when you are on the deck of a steamer, and you can write home +about it and frighten your relations on your behalf; but when you are +away among the swamps in a small dug-out canoe, and that crocodile and +his relations are awake - a thing he makes a point of being at flood +tide because of fish coming along - and when he has got his foot upon +his native heath - that is to say, his tail within holding reach of +his native mud - he is highly interesting, and you may not be able to +write home about him - and you get frightened on your own behalf; for +crocodiles can, and often do, in such places, grab at people in small +canoes. I have known of several natives losing their lives in +this way; some native villages are approachable from the main river +by a short cut, as it were, through the mangrove swamps, and the inhabitants +of such villages will now and then go across this way with small canoes +instead of by the constant channel to the village, which is almost always +winding. In addition to this unpleasantness you are liable - until +you realise the danger from experience, or have native advice on the +point - to get tide-trapped away in the swamps, the water falling round +you when you are away in some deep pool or lagoon, and you find you +cannot get back to the main river. Of course if you really want +a truly safe investment in Fame, and really care about Posterity, and +Posterity’s Science, you will jump over into the black batter-like, +stinking slime, cheered by the thought of the terrific sensation you +will produce 20,000 years hence, and the care you will be taken of then +by your fellow-creatures, in a museum. But if you are a mere ordinary +person of a retiring nature, like me, you stop in your lagoon until +the tide rises again; most of your attention is directed to dealing +with an “at home” to crocodiles and mangrove flies, and +with the fearful stench of the slime round you. What little time +you have over you will employ in wondering why you came to West Africa, +and why, after having reached this point of folly, you need have gone +and painted the lily and adorned the rose, by being such a colossal +ass as to come fooling about in mangrove swamps.</p> +<p>Still, even if your own peculiar tastes and avocations do not take +you in small dug-out canoes into the heart of the swamps, you can observe +the difference in the local scenery made by the flowing of the tide +when you are on a vessel stuck on a sand-bank, in the Rio del Rey for +example. Moreover, as you will have little else to attend to, +save mosquitoes and mangrove flies, when in such a situation, you may +as well pursue the study. At the ebb gradually the foliage of +the lower branches of the mangroves grows wet and muddy, until there +is a great black band about three feet deep above the surface of the +water in all directions; gradually a network of gray-white roots rises +up, and below this again, gradually, a slope of smooth and lead-grey +slime. The effect is not in the least as if the water had fallen, +but as if the mangroves had, with one accord, risen up out of it, and +into it again they seem silently to sink when the flood comes. +But by this more safe, if still unpleasant, method of observing mangrove-swamps, +you miss seeing in full the make of them, for away in their fastnesses +the mangroves raise their branches far above the reach of tide line, +and the great gray roots of the older trees are always sticking up in +mid-air. But, fringing the rivers, there is always a hedge of +younger mangroves whose lower branches get immersed.</p> +<p>At corners here and there from the river face you can see the land +being made from the waters. A mud-bank forms off it, a mangrove +seed lights on it, and the thing’s done. Well! not done, +perhaps, but begun; for if the bank is high enough to get exposed at +low water, this pioneer mangrove grows. He has a wretched existence +though. You have only got to look at his dwarfed attenuated form +to see this. He gets joined by a few more bold spirits and they +struggle on together, their network of roots stopping abundance of mud, +and by good chance now and then a consignment of miscellaneous <i>débris</i> +of palm leaves, or a floating tree-trunk, but they always die before +they attain any considerable height. Still even in death they +collect. Their bare white stems remaining like a net gripped in +the mud, so that these pioneer mangrove heroes may be said to have laid +down their lives to make that mud-bank fit for colonisation, for the +time gradually comes when other mangroves can and do colonise on it, +and flourish, extending their territory steadily; and the mud-bank joins +up with, and becomes a part of, Africa.</p> +<p>Right away on the inland fringe of the swamp - you may go some hundreds +of miles before you get there - you can see the rest of the process. +The mangroves there have risen up, and dried the mud to an extent that +is more than good for themselves, have over civilised that mud in fact, +and so the brackish waters of the tide - which, although their enemy +when too deep or too strong in salt, is essential to their existence +- cannot get to their roots. They have done this gradually, as +a mangrove does all things, but they have done it, and down on to that +mud come a whole set of palms from the old mainland, who in their early +colonisation days go through similarly trying experiences. First +the screw-pines come and live among them; then the wine-palm and various +creepers, and then the oil-palm; and the <i>débris</i> of these +plants being greater and making better soil than dead mangroves, they +work quicker and the mangrove is doomed. Soon the salt waters +are shut right out, the mangrove dies, and that bit of Africa is made. +It is very interesting to get into these regions; you see along the +river-bank a rich, thick, lovely wall of soft-wooded plants, and behind +this you find great stretches of death; - miles and miles sometimes +of gaunt white mangrove skeletons standing on gray stuff that is not +yet earth and is no longer slime, and through the crust of which you +can sink into rotting putrefaction. Yet, long after you are dead, +buried, and forgotten, this will become a forest of soft-wooded plants +and palms; and finally of hard-wooded trees. Districts of this +description you will find in great sweeps of Kama country for example, +and in the rich low regions up to the base of the Sierra del Cristal +and the Rumby range.</p> +<p>You often hear the utter lifelessness of mangrove-swamps commented +on; why I do not know, for they are fairly heavily stocked with fauna, +though the species are comparatively few. There are the crocodiles, +more of them than any one wants; there are quantities of flies, particularly +the big silent mangrove-fly which lays an egg in you under the skin; +the egg becomes a maggot and stays there until it feels fit to enter +into external life. Then there are “slimy things that crawl +with legs upon a slimy sea,” and any quantity of hopping mud-fish, +and crabs, and a certain mollusc, and in the water various kinds of +cat-fish. Birdless they are save for the flocks of gray parrots +that pass over them at evening, hoarsely squarking; and save for this +squarking of the parrots the swamps are silent all the day, at least +during the dry season; in the wet season there is no silence night or +day in West Africa, but that roar of the descending deluge of rain that +is more monotonous and more gloomy than any silence can be. In +the morning you do not hear the long, low, mellow whistle of the plantain-eaters +calling up the dawn, nor in the evening the clock-bird nor the Handel-Festival-sized +choruses of frogs, or the crickets, that carry on their vesper controversy +of “she did” - “she didn’t” so fiercely +on hard land.</p> +<p>But the mangrove-swamp follows the general rule for West Africa, +and night in it is noisier than the day. After dark it is full +of noises; grunts from I know not what, splashes from jumping fish, +the peculiar whirr of rushing crabs, and quaint creaking and groaning +sounds from the trees; and - above all in eeriness - the strange whine +and sighing cough of crocodiles.</p> +<p>Great regions of mangrove-swamps are a characteristic feature of +the West African Coast. The first of these lies north of Sierra +Leone; then they occur, but of smaller dimensions - just fringes of +river-outfalls - until you get to Lagos, when you strike the greatest +of them all: - the swamps of the Niger outfalls (about twenty-three +rivers in all) and of the Sombreiro, New Calabar, Bonny, San Antonio, +Opobo (false and true), Kwoibo, Old Calabar (with the Cross Akwayafe +Qwa Rivers) and Rio del Rey Rivers. The whole of this great stretch +of coast is a mangrove-swamp, each river silently rolling down its great +mass of mud-laden waters and constituting each in itself a very pretty +problem to the navigator by its network of intercommunicating creeks, +and the sand and mud bar which it forms off its entrance by dropping +its heaviest mud; its lighter mud is carried out beyond its bar and +makes the nasty-smelling brown soup of the South Atlantic Ocean, with +froth floating in lines and patches on it, for miles to seaward.</p> +<p>In this great region of swamps every mile appears like every other +mile until you get well used to it, and are able to distinguish the +little local peculiarities at the entrance of the rivers and in the +winding of the creeks, a thing difficult even for the most experienced +navigator to do during those thick wool-like mists called smokes, which +hang about the whole Bight from November till May (the dry season), +sometimes lasting all day, sometimes clearing off three hours after +sunrise.</p> +<p>The upper or north-westerly part of the swamp is round the mouths +of the Niger, and it successfully concealed this fact from geographers +down to 1830, when the series of heroic journeys made by Mungo Park, +Clapperton, and the two Landers finally solved the problem - a problem +that was as great and which cost more men’s lives than even the +discovery of the sources of the Nile.</p> +<p>That this should have been so may seem very strange to us who now +have been told the answer to the riddle; for the upper waters of this +great river were known of before Christ and spoken of by Herodotus, +Pliny and Ptolemy, and its mouths navigated continuously along by the +seaboard by trading vessels since the fifteenth century, but they were +not recognised as belonging to the Niger. Some geographers held +that the Senegal or the Gambia was its outfall; others that it was the +Zaire (Congo); others that it did not come out on the West Coast at +all, but got mixed up with the Nile in the middle of the continent, +and so on. Yet when you come to know the swamps this is not so +strange. You find on going up what looks like a big river - say +Forcados, two and a half miles wide at the entrance and a real bit of +the Niger. Before you are up it far great, broad, business-like-looking +river entrances open on either side, showing wide rivers mangrove-walled, +but two-thirds of them are utter frauds which will ground you within +half an hour of your entering them. Some few of them do communicate +with other main channels to the great upper river, and others are main +channels themselves; but most of them intercommunicate with each other +and lead nowhere in particular, and you can’t even get there because +of their shallowness. It is small wonder that the earlier navigators +did not get far up them in sailing ships, and that the problem had to +be solved by men descending the main stream of the Niger before it commences +to what we in Devonshire should call “squander itself about” +in all these channels. And in addition it must be remembered that +the natives with whom these trading vessels dealt, first for slaves, +afterwards for palm-oil, were not, and are not now, members of the Lo +family of savages. Far from it: they do not go in for “gentle +smiles,” but for murdering any unprotected boat’s crew they +happen to come across, not only for a love of sport but to keep white +traders from penetrating to the trade-producing interior, and spoiling +prices. And the region is practically foodless.</p> +<p>The rivers of the great mangrove-swamp from the Sombreiro to the +Rio del Rey are now known pretty surely not to be branches of the Niger, +but the upper regions of this part of the Bight are much neglected by +English explorers. I believe the great swamp region of the Bight +of Biafra is the greatest in the world, and that in its immensity and +gloom it has a grandeur equal to that of the Himalayas.</p> +<p>Take any man, educated or not, and place him on Bonny or Forcados +River in the wet season on a Sunday - Bonny for choice. Forcados +is good. You’ll keep Forcados scenery “indelibly limned +on the tablets of your mind when a yesterday has faded from its page,” +after you have spent even a week waiting for the Lagos branch-boat on +its inky waters. But Bonny! Well, come inside the bar and +anchor off the factories: seaward there is the foam of the bar gleaming +and wicked white against a leaden sky and what there is left of Breaker +Island. In every other direction you will see the apparently endless +walls of mangrove, unvarying in colour, unvarying in form, unvarying +in height, save from perspective. Beneath and between you and +them lie the rotting mud waters of Bonny River, and away up and down +river, miles of rotting mud waters fringed with walls of rotting mud +mangrove-swamp. The only break in them - one can hardly call it +a relief to the scenery - are the gaunt black ribs of the old hulks, +once used as trading stations, which lie exposed at low water near the +shore, protruding like the skeletons of great unclean beasts who have +died because Bonny water was too strong even for them.</p> +<p>Raised on piles from the mud shore you will see the white-painted +factories and their great store-houses for oil; each factory likely +enough with its flag at half-mast, which does not enliven the scenery +either, for you know it is because somebody is “dead again.” +Throughout and over all is the torrential downpour of the wet-season +rain, coming down night and day with its dull roar. I have known +it rain six mortal weeks in Bonny River, just for all the world as if +it were done by machinery, and the interval that came then was only +a few wet days, where-after it settled itself down to work again in +the good West Coast waterspout pour for more weeks.</p> +<p>While your eyes are drinking in the characteristics of Bonny scenery +you notice a peculiar smell - an intensification of that smell you noticed +when nearing Bonny, in the evening, out at sea. That’s the +breath of the malarial mud, laden with fever, and the chances are you +will be down to-morrow. If it is near evening time now, you can +watch it becoming incarnate, creeping and crawling and gliding out from +the side creeks and between the mangrove-roots, laying itself upon the +river, stretching and rolling in a kind of grim play, and finally crawling +up the side of the ship to come on board and leave its cloak of moisture +that grows green mildew in a few hours over all. Noise you will +not be much troubled with: there is only that rain, a sound I have known +make men who are sick with fever well-nigh mad, and now and again the +depressing cry of the curlews which abound here. This combination +is such that after six or eight hours of it you will be thankful to +hear your shipmates start to work the winch. I take it you are +hard up when you relish a winch. And you will say - let your previous +experience of the world be what it may - Good Heavens, what a place!</p> +<p>Five times have I been now in Bonny River and I like it. You +always do get to like it if you live long enough to allow the strange +fascination of the place to get a hold on you; but when I first entered +it, on a ship commanded by Captain Murray in ’93, in the wet season, +<i>i.e</i>. in August, in spite of the confidence I had by this time +acquired in his skill and knowledge of the West Coast, a sense of horror +seized on me as I gazed upon the scene, and I said to the old Coaster +who then had charge of my education, “Good Heavens! what an awful +accident. We’ve gone and picked up the Styx.” +He was evidently hurt and said, “Bonny was a nice place when you +got used to it,” and went on to discourse on the last epidemic +here, when nine men out of the resident eleven died in about ten days +from yellow fever. Next to the scenery of “a River,” +commend me for cheerfulness to the local conversation of its mangrove-swamp +region; and every truly important West African river has its mangrove-swamp +belt, which extends inland as far as the tide waters make it brackish, +and which has a depth and extent from the banks depending on the configuration +of the country. Above this belt comes uniformly a region of high +forest, having towards the river frontage clay cliffs, sometimes high, +as in the case of the Old Calabar at Adiabo, more frequently dwarf cliffs, +as in the Forcados up at Warree, and in the Ogowé, - for a long +stretch through Kama country. After the clay cliffs region you +come to a region of rapids, caused by the river cutting its way through +a mountain range; such ranges are the Pallaballa, causing the Livingstone +rapids of the Congo; the Sierra del Cristal, those of the Ogowé, +and many lesser rivers; the Rumby and Omon ranges, those of the Old +Calabar and Cross Rivers.</p> +<p>Naturally in different parts these separate regions vary in size. +The mangrove-swamp may be only a fringe at the mouth of the river, or +it may cover hundreds of square miles. The clay cliffs may extend +for only a mile or so along the bank, or they may, as on the Ogowé, +extend for 130. And so it is also with the rapids: in some rivers, +for instance the Cameroons, there are only a few miles of them, in others +there are many miles; in the Ogowé there are as many as 500; +and these rapids may be close to the river mouth, as in most of the +Gold Coast rivers, save the Ancobra and the Volta; or they may be far +in the interior, as in the Cross River, where they commence at about +200 miles; and on the Ogowé, where they commence at about 208 +miles from the sea coast; this depends on the nearness or remoteness +from the coast line of the mountain ranges which run down the west side +of the continent; ranges (apparently of very different geological formations), +which have no end of different names, but about which little is known +in detail. <a name="citation80"></a><a href="#footnote80">{80}</a></p> +<p>And now we will leave generalisations on West African rivers and +go into particulars regarding one little known in England, and called +by its owners, the French, the greatest strictly equatorial river in +the world - the Ogowé.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER IV. THE OGOWÉ.</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>Wherein the voyager gives extracts from the Log of the</i> Mové<i> +and of the</i> Éclaireur<i>, and an account of the voyager’s +first meeting with “those fearful Fans,” also an awful warning +to all young persons who neglect the study of the French language.</i></p> +<p>On the 20th of May I reached Gaboon, now called Libreville - the +capital of Congo Français, and, thanks to the kindness of Mr. +Hudson, I was allowed a passage on a small steamer then running from +Gaboon to the Ogowé River, and up it when necessary as far as +navigation by steamer is possible - this steamer is, I deeply regret +to say, now no more. As experiences of this kind contain such +miscellaneous masses of facts, I am forced to commit the literary crime +of giving you my Ogowé set of experiences in the form of diary.</p> +<p><i>June 5th</i>, 1895. - Off on <i>Mové</i> at 9.30. +Passengers, Mr. Hudson, Mr. Woods, Mr. Huyghens, Père Steinitz, +and I. There are black deck-passengers galore; I do not know their +honourable names, but they are evidently very much married men, for +there is quite a gorgeously coloured little crowd of ladies to see them +off. They salute me as I pass down the pier, and start inquiries. +I say hastily to them: “Farewell, I’m off up river,” +for I notice Mr. Fildes bearing down on me, and I don’t want him +to drop in on the subject of society interest. I expect it is +settled now, or pretty nearly. There is a considerable amount +of mild uproar among the black contingent, and the <i>Mové</i> +firmly clears off before half the good advice and good wishes for the +black husbands are aboard. She is a fine little vessel; far finer +than I expected. The accommodation I am getting is excellent. +A long, narrow cabin, with one bunk in it and pretty nearly everything +one can wish for, and a copying press thrown in. Food is excellent, +society charming, captain and engineer quite acquisitions. The +saloon is square and roomy for the size of the vessel, and most things, +from rowlocks to teapots, are kept under the seats in good nautical +style. We call at the guard-ship to pass our papers, and then +steam ahead out of the Gaboon estuary to the south, round Pongara Point, +keeping close into the land. About forty feet from shore there +is a good free channel for vessels with a light draught which if you +do not take, you have to make a big sweep seaward to avoid a reef. +Between four and five miles below Pongara, we pass Point Gombi, which +is fitted with a lighthouse, a lively and conspicuous structure by day +as well as night. It is perched on a knoll, close to the extremity +of the long arm of low, sandy ground, and is painted black and white, +in horizontal bands, which, in conjunction with its general figure, +give it a pagoda-like appearance.</p> +<p>Alongside it are a white-painted, red-roofed house for the lighthouse +keeper, and a store for its oil. The light is either a flashing +or a revolving or a stationary one, when it is alight. One must +be accurate about these things, and my knowledge regarding it is from +information received, and amounts to the above. I cannot throw +in any personal experience, because I have never passed it at night-time, +and seen from Glass it seems just steady. Most lighthouses on +this Coast give up fancy tricks, like flashing or revolving, pretty +soon after they are established. Seventy-five per cent. of them +are not alight half the time at all. “It’s the climate.” +Gombi, however, you may depend on for being alight at night, and I have +no hesitation in saying you can see it, when it is visible, seventeen +miles out to sea, and that the knoll on which the lighthouse stands +is a grass-covered sand cliff, about forty or fifty feet above sea-level. +As we pass round Gombi point, the weather becomes distinctly rough, +particularly at lunch-time. The <i>Mové</i> minds it less +than her passengers, and stamps steadily along past the wooded shore, +behind which shows a distant range of blue hills. Silence falls +upon the black passengers, who assume recumbent positions on the deck, +and suffer. All the things from under the saloon seats come out +and dance together, and play puss-in-the-corner, after the fashion of +loose gear when there is any sea on. As the night comes down, +the scene becomes more and more picturesque. The moonlit sea, +shimmering and breaking on the darkened shore, the black forest and +the hills silhouetted against the star-powdered purple sky, and, at +my feet, the engine-room stoke-hole, lit with the rose-coloured glow +from its furnace, showing by the great wood fire the two nearly naked +Krumen stokers, shining like polished bronze in their perspiration, +as they throw in on to the fire the billets of red wood that look like +freshly-cut chunks of flesh. The white engineer hovers round the +mouth of the pit, shouting down directions and ever and anon plunging +down the little iron ladder to carry them out himself. At intervals +he stands on the rail with his head craned round the edge of the sun +deck to listen to the captain, who is up on the little deck above, for +there is no telegraph to the engines, and our gallant commander’s +voice is not strong. While the white engineer is roosting on the +rail, the black engineer comes partially up the ladder and gazes hard +at me; so I give him a wad of tobacco, and he plainly regards me as +inspired, for of course that was what he wanted. Remember that +whenever you see a man, black or white, filled with a nameless longing, +it is tobacco he requires. Grim despair accompanied by a gusty +temper indicates something wrong with his pipe, in which case offer +him a straightened-out hairpin. The black engineer having got +his tobacco, goes below to the stoke-hole again and smokes a short clay +as black and as strong as himself. The captain affects an immense +churchwarden. How he gets through life, waving it about as he +does, without smashing it every two minutes, I cannot make out.</p> +<p>At last we anchor for the night just inside Nazareth Bay, for Nazareth +Bay wants daylight to deal with, being rich in low islands and sand +shoals. We crossed the Equator this afternoon.</p> +<p><i>June 6th</i>. - Off at daybreak into Nazareth Bay. Anxiety +displayed by navigators, sounding taken on both sides of the bows with +long bamboo poles painted in stripes, and we go “slow ahead” +and “hard astern” successfully, until we get round a good-sized +island, and there we stick until four o’clock, high water, when +we come off all right, and steam triumphantly but cautiously into the +Ogowé. The shores of Nazareth Bay are fringed with mangroves, +but once in the river the scenery soon changes, and the waters are walled +on either side with a forest rich in bamboo, oil and wine-palms. +These forest cliffs seem to rise right up out of the mirror-like brown +water. Many of the highest trees are covered with clusters of +brown-pink young shoots that look like flowers, and others are decorated +by my old enemy the climbing palm, now bearing clusters of bright crimson +berries. Climbing plants of other kinds are wreathing everything, +some blossoming with mauve, some with yellow, some with white flowers, +and every now and then a soft sweet heavy breath of fragrance comes +out to us as we pass by. There is a native village on the north +bank, embowered along its plantations with some very tall cocoa-palms +rising high above them.</p> +<p>The river winds so that it seems to close in behind us, opening out +in front fresh vistas of superb forest beauty, with the great brown +river stretching away unbroken ahead like a broad road of burnished +bronze. Astern, it has a streak of frosted silver let into it +by the <i>Mové’s</i> screw. Just about six o’clock, +we run up to the <i>Fallaba</i>, the <i>Mové’s</i> predecessor +in working the Ogowé, now a hulk, used as a depot by Hatton and +Cookson. She is anchored at the entrance of a creek that runs +through to the Fernan Vaz; some say it is six hours’ run, others +that it is eight hours for a canoe; all agree that there are plenty +of mosquitoes.</p> +<p>The <i>Fallaba</i> looks grimly picturesque, and about the last spot +in which a person of a nervous disposition would care to spend the night. +One half of her deck is dedicated to fuel logs, on the other half are +plank stores for the goods, and a room for the black sub-trader in charge +of them. I know that there must be scorpions which come out of +those logs and stroll into the living room, and goodness only knows +what one might not fancy would come up the creek or rise out of the +floating grass, or the limitless-looking forest. I am told she +was a fine steamer in her day, but those who had charge of her did not +make allowances for the very rapid rotting action of the Ogowé +water, so her hull rusted through before her engines were a quarter +worn out; and there was nothing to be done with her then, but put a +lot of concrete in, and make her a depot, in which state of life she +is very useful, for during the height of the dry season, the <i>Mové</i> +cannot get through the creek to supply the firm’s Fernan Vaz factories.</p> +<p>Subsequently I heard much of the <i>Fallaba</i>, which seems to have +been a celebrated, or rather notorious, vessel. Every one declared +her engines to have been of immense power, but this I believe to have +been a mere local superstition; because in the same breath, the man +who referred to them, as if it would have been quite unnecessary for +new engines to have been made for H.M.S. <i>Victorious</i> if +those <i>Fallaba</i> engines could have been sent to Chatham dockyard, +would mention that “you could not get any pace up on her”; +and all who knew her sadly owned “she wouldn’t steer,” +so naturally she spent the greater part of her time on the Ogowé +on a sand-bank, or in the bush. All West African steamers have +a mania for bush, and the delusion that they are required to climb trees. +The <i>Fallaba</i> had the complaint severely, because of her defective +steering powers, and the temptation the magnificent forest, and the +rapid currents, and the sharp turns of the creek district, offered her; +she failed, of course - they all fail - but it is not for want of practice. +I have seen many West Coast vessels up trees, but never more than fifteen +feet or so.</p> +<p>The trade of this lower part of the Ogowé, from the mouth +to Lembarene, a matter of 130 miles, is almost <i>nil</i>. Above +Lembarene, you are in touch with the rubber and ivory trade.</p> +<p>This <i>Fallaba</i> creek is noted for mosquitoes, and the black +passengers made great and showy preparations in the evening time to +receive their onslaught, by tying up their strong chintz mosquito bars +to the stanchions and the cook-house. Their arrangements being +constantly interrupted by the white engineer making alarums and excursions +amongst them; because when too many of them get on one side the <i>Mové</i> +takes a list and burns her boilers. Conversation and atmosphere +are full of mosquitoes. The decision of widely experienced sufferers +amongst us is, that next to the lower Ogowé, New Orleans is the +worst place for them in this world.</p> +<p>The day closed with a magnificent dramatic beauty. Dead ahead +of us, up through a bank of dun-coloured mist rose the moon, a great +orb of crimson, spreading down the oil-like, still river, a streak of +blood-red reflection. Right astern, the sun sank down into the +mist, a vaster orb of crimson, and when he had gone out of view, sent +up flushes of amethyst, gold, carmine and serpent-green, before he left +the moon in undisputed possession of the black purple sky.</p> +<p>Forest and river were absolutely silent, but there was a pleasant +chatter and laughter from the black crew and passengers away forward, +that made the <i>Mové</i> seem an island of life in a land of +death. I retired into my cabin, so as to get under the mosquito +curtains to write; and one by one I heard my companions come into the +saloon adjacent, and say to the watchman: “You sabe six o’clock? +When them long arm catch them place, and them short arm catch them place, +you call me in the morning time.” Exit from saloon - silence +- then: “You sabe five o’clock? When them long arm +catch them place, and them short arm catch them place, you call me in +the morning time.” Exit - silence - then: “You sabe +half-past five o’clock? When them long arm - ” +Oh, if I were a watchman! Anyhow, that five o’clocker will +have the whole ship’s company roused in the morning time.</p> +<p><i>June 7th</i>. - Every one called in the morning time by the reflex +row from the rousing of the five o’clocker. Glorious morning. +The scene the reversal of that of last night. The forest to the +east shows a deep blue-purple, mounted on a background that changes +as you watch it from daffodil and amethyst to rose-pink, as the sun +comes up through the night mists. The moon sinks down among them, +her pale face flushing crimson as she goes; and the yellow-gold sunshine +comes, glorifying the forest and gilding the great sweep of tufted papyrus +growing alongside the bank; and the mist vanishes, little white flecks +of it lingering among the water reeds and lying in the dark shadows +of the forest stems. The air is full of the long, soft, rich notes +of the plantain warblers, and the uproar consequent upon the <i>Mové</i> +taking on fuel wood, which comes alongside in canoe loads from the <i>Fallaba</i>.</p> +<p>Père Steinitz and Mr. Woods are busy preparing their respective +canoes for their run to Fernan Vaz through the creek. Their canoes +are very fine ones, with a remarkably clean run aft. The Père’s +is quite the travelling canoe, with a little stage of bamboo aft, covered +with a hood of palm thatch, under which you can make yourself quite +comfortable, and keep yourself and your possessions dry, unless something +desperate comes on in the way of rain.</p> +<p>By 10.25 we have got all our wood aboard, and run off up river full +speed. The river seems broader above the <i>Fallaba</i>, but this +is mainly on account of its being temporarily unencumbered with islands. +A good deal of the bank we have passed by since leaving Nazareth Bay +on the south side has been island shore, with a channel between the +islands and the true south bank.</p> +<p>The day soon grew dull, and looked threatening, after the delusive +manner of the dry season. The climbing plants are finer here than +I have ever before seen them. They form great veils and curtains +between and over the trees, often hanging so straight and flat, in stretches +of twenty to forty feet or so wide, and thirty to sixty or seventy feet +high, that it seems incredible that no human hand has trained or clipped +them into their perfect forms. Sometimes these curtains are decorated +with large bell-shaped, bright-coloured flowers, sometimes with delicate +sprays of white blossoms. This forest is beyond all my expectations +of tropical luxuriance and beauty, and it is a thing of another world +to the forest of the Upper Calabar, which, beautiful as it is, is a +sad dowdy to this. There you certainly get a great sense of grimness +and vastness; here you have an equal grimness and vastness with the +addition of superb colour. This forest is a Cleopatra to which +Calabar is but a Quaker. Not only does this forest depend on flowers +for its illumination, for there are many kinds of trees having their +young shoots, crimson, brown-pink, and creamy yellow: added to this +there is also the relieving aspect of the prevailing fashion among West +African trees, of wearing the trunk white with here and there upon it +splashes of pale pink lichen, and vermilion-red fungus, which alone +is sufficient to prevent the great mass of vegetation from being a monotony +in green.</p> +<p>All day long we steam past ever-varying scenes of loveliness whose +component parts are ever the same, yet the effect ever different. +Doubtless it is wrong to call it a symphony, yet I know no other word +to describe the scenery of the Ogowé. It is as full of +life and beauty and passion as any symphony Beethoven ever wrote: the +parts changing, interweaving, and returning. There are <i>leit +motifs</i> here in it, too. See the papyrus ahead; and you know +when you get abreast of it you will find the great forest sweeping away +in a bay-like curve behind it against the dull gray sky, the splendid +columns of its cotton and red woods looking like a façade of +some limitless inchoate temple. Then again there is that stretch +of sword-grass, looking as if it grew firmly on to the bottom, so steady +does it stand; but as the <i>Mové</i> goes by, her wash sets +it undulating in waves across its broad acres of extent, showing it +is only riding at anchor; and you know after a grass patch you will +soon see a red dwarf clay cliff, with a village perched on its top, +and the inhabitants thereof in their blue and red cloths standing by +to shout and wave to the <i>Mové</i>, or legging it like lamp-lighters +from the back streets and the plantation to the river frontage, to be +in time to do so, and through all these changing phases there is always +the strain of the vast wild forest, and the swift, deep, silent river.</p> +<p>At almost every village that we pass - and they are frequent after +the <i>Fallaba</i> - there is an ostentatious display of firewood deposited +either on the bank, or on piles driven into the mud in front of it, +mutely saying in their uncivilised way, “Try our noted chunks: +best value for money” - (that is to say, tobacco, etc.), to the +<i>Mové</i> or any other little steamer that may happen to come +along hungry for fuel.</p> +<p>We stayed a few minutes this afternoon at Ashchyouka, where there +came off to us in a canoe an enterprising young Frenchman who has planted +and tended a coffee plantation in this out-of-the-way region, and which +is now, I am glad to hear, just coming into bearing. After leaving +Ashchyouka, high land showed to the N.E., and at 5.15, without evident +cause to the uninitiated, the <i>Mové</i> took to whistling like +a liner. A few minutes later a factory shows up on the hilly north +bank, which is Woermann’s; then just beyond and behind it we see +the Government Post; then Hatton and Cookson’s factory, all in +a line. Opposite Hatton and Cookson’s there was a pretty +little stern-wheel steamer nestling against the steep clay bank of Lembarene +Island when we come in sight, but she instantly swept out from it in +a perfect curve, which lay behind her marked in frosted silver on the +water as she dropt down river. I hear now she was the <i>Éclaireur</i>, +the stern-wheeler which runs up and down the Ogowé in connection +with the Chargeurs Réunis Company, subsidised by the Government, +and when the <i>Mové</i> whistled, she was just completing taking +on 3,000 billets of wood for fuel. She comes up from the Cape +(Lopez) stoking half wood and half coal as far as Njole and back to +Lembarene; from Lembarene to the sea downwards she does on wood. +In a few minutes we have taken her berth close to the bank, and tied +up to a tree. The white engineer yells to the black engineer “Tom-Tom: +Haul out some of them fire and open them drains one time,” and +the stokers, with hooks, pull out the glowing logs on to the iron deck +in front of the furnace door, and throw water over them, and the <i>Mové</i> +sends a cloud of oil-laden steam against the bank, coming perilously +near scalding some of her black admirers assembled there. I dare +say she felt vicious because they had been admiring the <i>Éclaireur</i>.</p> +<p>After a few minutes, I am escorted on to the broad verandah of Hatton +and Cookson’s factory, and I sit down under a lamp, prepared to +contemplate, until dinner time, the wild beauty of the scene. +This idea does not get carried out; in the twinkling of an eye I am +stung all round the neck, and recognise there are lots too many mosquitoes +and sandflies in the scenery to permit of contemplation of any kind. +Never have I seen sandflies and mosquitoes in such appalling quantities. +With a wild ping of joy the latter made for me, and I retired promptly +into a dark corner of the verandah, swearing horribly, but internally, +and fought them. Mr. Hudson, Agent-general, and Mr. Cockshut, +Agent for the Ogowé, walk up and down the beach in front, doubtless +talking cargo, apparently unconscious of mosquitoes; but by and by, +while we are having dinner, they get their share. I behave exquisitely, +and am quite lost in admiration of my own conduct, and busily deciding +in my own mind whether I shall wear one of those plain ring haloes, +or a solid plate one, <i>à la</i> Cimabue, when Mr. Hudson says +in a voice full of reproach to Mr. Cockshut, “You have got mosquitoes +here, Mr. Cockshut.” Poor Mr. Cockshut doesn’t deny +it; he has got four on his forehead and his hands are sprinkled with +them, but he says: “There are none at Njole,” which we all +feel is an absurdly lame excuse, for Njole is some ninety miles above +Lembarene, where we now are. Mr. Hudson says this to him, tersely, +and feeling he has utterly crushed Mr. Cockshut, turns on me, and utterly +failing to recognise me as a suffering saint, says point blank and savagely, +“You don’t seem to feel these things, Miss Kingsley.” +Not feel them, indeed! Why, I could cry over them. Well! +that’s all the thanks one gets for trying not to be a nuisance +in this world.</p> +<p>After dinner I go back on to the <i>Mové</i> for the night, +for it is too late to go round to Kangwe and ask Mme. Jacot, of the +Mission Evangelique, if she will take me in. The air is stiff +with mosquitoes, and saying a few suitable words to them, I dash under +the mosquito bar and sleep, lulled by their shrill yells of baffled +rage.</p> +<p><i>June 8th</i>. - In the morning, up at five. Great activity +on beach. <i>Mové</i> synchronously taking on wood fuel +and discharging cargo. A very active young French pastor from +the Kangwe mission station is round after the mission’s cargo. +Mr. Hudson kindly makes inquiries as to whether I may go round to Kangwe +and stay with Mme. Jacot. He says: “Oh, yes,” but +as I find he is not M. Jacot, I do not feel justified in accepting this +statement without its having personal confirmation from Mme. Jacot, +and so, leaving my luggage with the <i>Mové</i>, I get them to +allow me to go round with him and his cargo to Kangwe, about three-quarters +of an hour’s paddle round the upper part of Lembarene Island, +and down the broad channel on the other side of it. Kangwe is +beautifully situated on a hill, as its name denotes, on the mainland +and north bank of the river. Mme. Jacot most kindly says I may +come, though I know I shall be a fearful nuisance, for there is no room +for me save M. Jacot’s beautifully neat, clean, tidy study. +I go back in the canoe and fetch my luggage from the <i>Mové</i>; +and say good-bye to Mr. Hudson, who gave me an immense amount of valuable +advice about things, which was subsequently of great use to me, and +a lot of equally good warnings which, if I had attended to, would have +enabled me to avoid many, if not all, my misadventures in Congo Français.</p> +<p>I camped out that night in M. Jacot’s study, wondering how +he would like it when he came home and found me there; for he was now +away on one of his usual evangelising tours. Providentially Mme. +Jacot let me have the room that the girls belonging to the mission school +usually slept in, to my great relief, before M. Jacot came home.</p> +<p>I will not weary you with my diary during my first stay at Kangwe. +It is a catalogue of the collection of fish, etc., that I made, and +a record of the continuous, never-failing kindness and help that I received +from M. and Mme. Jacot, and of my attempts to learn from them the peculiarities +of the region, the natives, and their language and customs, which they +both know so well and manage so admirably. I daily saw there what +it is possible to do, even in the wildest and most remote regions of +West Africa, and recognised that there is still one heroic form of human +being whose praise has never adequately been sung, namely, the missionary’s +wife.</p> +<p>Wishing to get higher up the Ogowé, I took the opportunity +of the river boat of the Chargeurs Réunis going up to the Njole +on one of her trips, and joined her.</p> +<p><i>June 22nd</i>. - <i>Éclaireur</i>, charming little stern +wheel steamer, exquisitely kept. She has an upper and a lower +deck. The lower deck for business, the upper deck for white passengers +only. On the upper deck there is a fine long deck-house, running +almost her whole length. In this are the officers’ cabins, +the saloon and the passengers’ cabins (two), both large and beautifully +fitted up. Captain Verdier exceedingly pleasant and constantly +saying “N’est-ce pas?” A quiet and singularly +clean engineer completes the white staff.</p> +<p>The passengers consist of Mr. Cockshut, going up river to see after +the sub-factories; a French official bound for Franceville, which it +will take him thirty-six days, go as quick as he can, in a canoe after +Njole; a tremendously lively person who has had black water fever four +times, while away in the bush with nothing to live on but manioc, a +diet it would be far easier to die on under the circumstances. +He is excellent company; though I do not know a word he says, he is +perpetually giving lively and dramatic descriptions of things which +I cannot but recognise. M. S---, with his pince-nez, the Doctor, +and, above all, the rapids of the Ogowé, rolling his hands round +and round each other and clashing them forward with a descriptive ejaculation +of “Whish, flash, bum, bum, bump,” and then comes what evidently +represents a terrific fight for life against terrific odds. Wish +to goodness I knew French, for wishing to see these rapids, I cannot +help feeling anxious and worried at not fully understanding this dramatic +entertainment regarding them. There is another passenger, said +to be the engineer’s brother, a quiet, gentlemanly man. +Captain argues violently with every one; with Mr. Cockshut on the subject +of the wicked waste of money in keeping the <i>Mové</i> and not +shipping all goods by the <i>Éclaireur</i>, “N’est-ce +pas?” and with the French official on goodness knows what, but +I fancy it will be pistols for two and coffee for one in the morning +time. When the captain feels himself being worsted in argument, +he shouts for support to the engineer and his brother. “N’est-ce +pas?” he says, turning furiously to them. “Oui, oui, +certainement,” they say dutifully and calmly, and then he, refreshed +by their support, dashes back to his controversial fray. He even +tries to get up a row with me on the subject of the English merchants +at Calabar, whom he asserts have sworn a kind of blood oath to ship +by none but British and African Company’s steamers. I cannot +stand this, for I know my esteemed and honoured friends the Calabar +traders would ship by the <i>Flying Dutchman</i> or the Devil himself +if either of them would take the stuff at 15 shillings the ton. +We have, however, to leave off this row for want of language, to our +mutual regret, for it would have been a love of a fight.</p> +<p>Soon after leaving Lembarene Island, we pass the mouth of the chief +southern affluent of the Ogowé, the Ngunie; it flows in unostentatiously +from the E.S.E., a broad, quiet river here with low banks and two islands +(Walker’s Islands) showing just off its entrance. Higher +up, it flows through a mountainous country, and at Samba, its furthest +navigable point, there is a wonderfully beautiful waterfall, the whole +river coming down over a low cliff, surrounded by an amphitheatre of +mountains. It takes the <i>Éclaireur</i> two days steaming +from the mouth of the Ngunie to Samba, when she can get up; but now, +in the height of the long dry season neither she nor the <i>Mové</i> +can go because of the sandbanks; so Samba is cut off until next October. +Hatton and Cookson have factories up at Samba, for it is an outlet for +the trade of Achango land in rubber and ivory, a trade worked by the +Akele tribe, a powerful, savage and difficult lot to deal with, and +just in the same condition, as far as I can learn, as they were when +Du Chaillu made his wonderful journeys among them. While I was +at Lembarene, waiting for the <i>Éclaireur</i>, a notorious chief +descended on a Ngunie sub-factory, and looted it. The wife of +the black trading agent made a gallant resistance, her husband was away +on a trading expedition, but the chief had her seized and beaten, and +thrown into the river. An appeal was made to the Doctor then Administrator +of the Ogowé, a powerful and helpful official, and he soon came +up with the little canoniere, taking Mr. Cockshut with him and fully +vindicated the honour of the French flag, under which all factories +here are.</p> +<p>The banks of the Ogowé just above Lembarene Island are low; +with the forest only broken by village clearings and seeming to press +in on those, ready to absorb them should the inhabitants cease their +war against it. The blue Ntyankâlâ mountains of Achango +land show away to the E.S.E. in a range. Behind us, gradually +sinking in the distance, is the high land on Lembarene Island.</p> +<p>Soon we run up alongside a big street of a village with four high +houses rising a story above the rest, which are strictly ground floor; +it has also five or six little low open thatched huts along the street +in front. <a name="citation96"></a><a href="#footnote96">{96}</a> +These may be fetish huts, or, as the captain of the <i>Sparrow</i> would +say, “again they mayn’t.” For I have seen similar +huts in the villages round Libreville, which were store places for roof +mats, of which the natives carefully keep a store dry and ready for +emergencies in the way of tornadoes, or to sell. We stop abreast +of this village. Inhabitants in scores rush out and form an excited +row along the vertical bank edge, several of the more excited individuals +falling over it into the water.</p> +<p>Yells from our passengers on the lower deck. Yells from inhabitants +on shore. Yells of <i>vite, vite</i> from the Captain. Dogs +bark, horns bray, some exhilarated individual thumps the village drum, +canoes fly out from the bank towards us. Fearful scrimmage heard +going on all the time on the deck below. As soon as the canoes +are alongside, our passengers from the lower deck, with their bundles +and their dogs, pour over the side into them. Canoes rock wildly +and wobble off rapidly towards the bank, frightening the passengers +because they have got their best clothes on, and fear that the <i>Éclaireur</i> +will start and upset them altogether with her wash.</p> +<p>On reaching the bank, the new arrivals disappear into brown clouds +of wives and relations, and the dogs into fighting clusters of resident +dogs. Happy, happy day! For those men who have gone ashore +have been away on hire to the government and factories for a year, and +are safe home in the bosoms of their families again, and not only they +themselves, but all the goods they have got in pay. The remaining +passengers below still yell to their departed friends; I know not what +they say, but I expect it’s the Fan equivalent for “Mind +you write. Take care of yourself. Yes, I’ll come and +see you soon,” etc., etc. While all this is going on, the +<i>Éclaireur</i> quietly slides down river, with the current, +broadside on as if she smelt her stable at Lembarene. This I find +is her constant habit whenever the captain, the engineer, and the man +at the wheel are all busy in a row along the rail, shouting overside, +which occurs whenever we have passengers to land. Her iniquity +being detected when the last canoe load has left for the shore, she +is spun round and sent up river again at full speed.</p> +<p>We go on up stream; now and again stopping at little villages to +land passengers or at little sub-factories to discharge cargo, until +evening closes in, when we anchor and tie up at O’Saomokita, where +there is a sub-factory of Messrs. Woermann’s, in charge of which +is a white man, the only white man between Lembarene and Njole. +He comes on board and looks only a boy, but is really aged twenty. +He is a Frenchman, and was at Hatton and Cookson’s first, then +he joined Woermann’s, who have put him in charge of this place. +The isolation for a white man must be terrible; sometimes two months +will go by without his seeing another white face but that in his looking-glass, +and when he does see another, it is only by a fleeting visit such as +we now pay him, and to make the most of this, he stays on board to dinner.</p> +<p><i>June 23rd</i>. - Start off steaming up river early in the morning +time. Land ahead showing mountainous. Rather suddenly the +banks grow higher. Here and there in the forest are patches which +look like regular hand-made plantations, which they are not, but only +patches of egombie-gombie trees, showing that at this place was once +a native town. Whenever land is cleared along here, this tree +springs up all over the ground. It grows very rapidly, and has +great leaves something like a sycamore leaf, only much larger. +These leaves growing in a cluster at the top of the straight stem give +an umbrella-like appearance to the affair; so the natives call them +and an umbrella by the same name, but whether they think the umbrella +is like the tree or the tree is like the umbrella, I can’t make +out. I am always getting myself mixed over this kind of thing +in my attempts “to contemplate phenomena from a scientific standpoint,” +as Cambridge ordered me to do. I’ll give the habit up. +“You can’t do that sort of thing out here - It’s the +climate,” and I will content myself with stating the fact, that +when a native comes into a store and wants an umbrella, he asks for +an egombie-gombie.</p> +<p>The uniformity of the height of the individual trees in one of these +patches is striking, and it arises from their all starting fair. +I cannot make out other things about them to my satisfaction, for you +very rarely see one of them in the wild bush, and then it does not bear +a fruit that the natives collect and use, and then chuck away the stones +round their domicile. Anyhow, there they are all one height, and +all one colour, and apparently allowing no other vegetation to make +any headway among them. But I found when I carefully investigated +egombie-gombie patches that there were a few of the great, slower-growing +forest trees coming up amongst them, and in time when these attain a +sufficient height, their shade kills off the egombie-gombie, and the +patch goes back into the great forest from which it came. The +frequency of these patches arises from the nomadic habits of the chief +tribe in these regions, the Fans. They rarely occupy one site +for a village for any considerable time on account - firstly, of their +wasteful method of collecting rubber by cutting down the vine, which +soon stamps it out of a district; and, secondly, from their quarrelsome +ways. So when a village of Fans has cleared all the rubber out +of its district, or has made the said district too hot to hold it by +rows with other villages, or has got itself very properly shelled out +and burnt for some attack on traders or the French flag in any form, +its inhabitants clear off into another district, and build another village; +for bark and palm thatch are cheap, and house removing just nothing; +when you are an unsophisticated cannibal Fan you don’t require +a pantechnicon van to stow away your one or two mushroom-shaped stools, +knives, and cooking-pots, and a calabash or so. If you are rich, +maybe you will have a box with clothes in as well, but as a general +rule all your clothes are on your back. So your wives just pick +up the stools and the knives and the cooking-pots, and the box, and +the children toddle off with the calabashes. You have, of course, +the gun to carry, for sleeping or waking a Fan never parts with his +gun, and so there you are “finish,” as M. Pichault would +say, and before your new bark house is up, there grows the egombie-gombie, +where your house once stood. Now and again, for lack of immediate +neighbouring villages to quarrel with, one end of a village will quarrel +with the other end. The weaker end then goes off and builds itself +another village, keeping an eye lifting for any member of the stronger +end who may come conveniently into its neighbourhood to be killed and +eaten. Meanwhile, the egombie-gombie grows over the houses of +the empty end, pretending it’s a plantation belonging to the remaining +half. I once heard a new-comer hold forth eloquently as to how +those Fans were maligned. “They say,” said he, with +a fine wave of his arm towards such a patch, “that these people +do not till the soil - that they are not industrious - that the few +plantations they do make are ill-kept - that they are only a set of +wandering hunters and cannibals. Look there at those magnificent +plantations!” I did look, but I did not alter my opinion +of the Fans, for I know my old friend egombie-gombie when I see him.</p> +<p>This morning the French official seems sad and melancholy. +I fancy he has got a Monday head (Kipling), but he revives as the day +goes on. As we go on, the banks become hills and the broad river, +which has been showing sheets of sandbanks in all directions, now narrows +and shows only neat little beaches of white sand in shallow places along +the bank. The current is terrific. The <i>Éclaireur</i> +breathes hard, and has all she can do to fight her way up against it. +Masses of black weathered rock in great boulders show along the exposed +parts of both banks, left dry by the falling waters. Each bank +is steep, and quantities of great trees, naked and bare, are hanging +down from them, held by their roots and bush-rope entanglement from +being swept away with the rushing current, and they make a great white +fringe to the banks. The hills become higher and higher, and more +and more abrupt, and the river runs between them in a gloomy ravine, +winding to and fro; we catch sight of a patch of white sand ahead, which +I mistake for a white painted house, but immediately after doubling +round a bend we see the houses of the Talagouga Mission Station. +The <i>Éclaireur</i> forthwith has an hysteric fit on her whistle, +so as to frighten M. Forget and get him to dash off in his canoe to +her at once. Apparently he knows her, and does not hurry, but +comes on board quietly. I find there will be no place for me to +stay at at Njole, so I decide to go on in the <i>Éclaireur</i> +and use her as an hotel while there, and then return and stay with Mme. +Forget if she will have me. I consult M. Forget on this point. +He says, “Oh, yes,” but seems to have lost something of +great value recently, and not to be quite clear where. Only manner, +I suppose. When M. Forget has got his mails he goes, and the <i>Éclaireur</i> +goes on; indeed, she has never really stopped, for the water is too +deep to anchor in here, and the terrific current would promptly whisk +the steamer down out of Talagouga gorge were she to leave off fighting +it. We run on up past Talagouga Island, where the river broadens +out again a little, but not much, and reach Njole by nightfall, and +tie up to a tree by Dumas’ factory beach. Usual uproar, +but as Mr. Cockshut says, no mosquitoes. The mosquito belt ends +abruptly at O’Soamokita.</p> +<p>Next morning I go ashore and start on a walk. Lovely road, +bright yellow clay, as hard as paving stone. On each side it is +most neatly hedged with pine-apples; behind these, carefully tended, +acres of coffee bushes planted in long rows. Certainly coffee +is one of the most lovely of crops. Its grandly shaped leaves +are like those of our medlar tree, only darker and richer green, the +berries set close to the stem, those that are ripe, a rich crimson; +these trees, I think, are about three years old, and just coming into +bearing; for they are covered with full-sized berries, and there has +been a flush of bloom on them this morning, and the delicious fragrance +of their stephanotis-shaped and scented flowers lingers in the air. +The country spreads before me a lovely valley encompassed by purple-blue +mountains. Mount Talagouga looks splendid in a soft, infinitely +deep blue, although it is quite close, just the other side of the river. +The road goes on into the valley, as pleasantly as ever and more so. +How pleasant it would be now, if our government along the Coast had +the enterprise and public spirit of the French, and made such roads +just on the remote chance of stray travellers dropping in on a steamer +once in ten years or so and wanting a walk. Observe extremely +neatly Igalwa built huts, people sitting on the bright clean ground +outside them, making mats and baskets. “Mboloani,” +say I. “Ai! Mbolo,” say they, and knock off work to +stare. Observe large wired-in enclosures on left-hand side of +road - investigate - find they are tenanted by animals - goats, sheep, +chickens, etc. Clearly this is a <i>jardin d’acclimatation</i>. +No wonder the colony does not pay, if it goes in for this sort of thing, +206 miles inland, with simply no public to pay gate-money. While +contemplating these things, hear awful hiss. Serpents! No, +geese. Awful fight. Grand things, good, old-fashioned, long +skirts are for Africa! Get through geese and advance in good order, +but somewhat rapidly down road, turn sharply round corner of native +houses. Turkey cock - terrific turn up. Flight on my part +forwards down road, which is still going strong, now in a northerly +direction, apparently indefinitely. Hope to goodness there will +be a turning that I can go down and get back by, without returning through +this ferocious farmyard. Intent on picking up such an outlet, +I go thirty yards or so down the road. Hear shouts coming from +a clump of bananas on my left. Know they are directed at me, but +it does not do to attend to shouts always. Expect it is only some +native with an awful knowledge of English, anxious to get up my family +history - therefore accelerate pace. More shouts, and louder, +of “Madame Gacon! Madame Gacon!” and out of the banana +clump comes a big, plump, pleasant-looking gentleman, clad in a singlet +and a divided skirt. White people must be attended to, so advance +carefully towards him through a plantation of young coffee, apologising +humbly for intruding on his domain. He smiles and bows beautifully, +but - horror! - he knows no English, I no French. Situation <i>très +inexplicable et très interessante</i>, as I subsequently heard +him remark; and the worst of it is he is evidently bursting to know +who I am, and what I am doing in the middle of his coffee plantation, +for his it clearly is, as appears from his obsequious bodyguard of blacks, +highly interested in me also. We gaze at each other, and smile +some more, but stiffly, and he stands bareheaded in the sun in an awful +way. It’s murder I’m committing, hard all! He, +as is fitting for his superior sex, displays intelligence first and +says, “Interpreter,” waving his hand to the south. +I say “Yes,” in my best Fan, an enthusiastic, intelligent +grunt which any one must understand. He leads the way back towards +those geese - perhaps, by the by, that is why he wears those divided +skirts - and we enter a beautifully neatly built bamboo house, and sit +down opposite to each other at a table and wait for the interpreter +who is being fetched. The house is low on the ground and of native +construction, but most beautifully kept, and arranged with an air of +artistic feeling quite as unexpected as the rest of my surroundings. +I notice upon the walls sets of pictures of terrific incidents in Algerian +campaigns, and a copy of that superb head of M. de Brazza in Arab headgear. +Soon the black minions who have been sent to find one of the plantation +hands who is supposed to know French and English, return with the “interpreter.” +That young man is a fraud. He does not know English - not even +coast English - and all he has got under his precious wool is an abysmal +ignorance darkened by terror; and so, after one or two futile attempts +and some frantic scratching at both those regions which an African seems +to regard as the seats of intellectual inspiration, he bolts out of +the door. <i>Situation terrible</i>! My host and I smile +wildly at each other, and both wonder in our respective languages what, +in the words of Mr. Squeers as mentioned in the classics - we “shall +do in this ’ere most awful go.” We are both going +mad with the strain of the situation, when in walks the engineer’s +brother from the <i>Éclaireur</i>. He seems intensely surprised +to find me sitting in his friend the planter’s parlour after my +grim and retiring conduct on the <i>Éclaireur</i> on my voyage +up. But the planter tells him all, sousing him in torrents of +words, full of the violence of an outbreak of pent-up emotion. +I do not understand what he says, but I catch <i>“très +inexplicable”</i> and things like that. The calm brother +of the engineer sits down at the table, and I am sure tells the planter +something like this: “Calm yourself, my friend, we picked up this +curiosity at Lembarene. It seems quite harmless.” +And then the planter calmed, and mopped a perspiring brow, and so did +I, and we smiled more freely, feeling the mental atmosphere had become +less tense and cooler. We both simply beamed on our deliverer, +and the planter gave him lots of things to drink. I had nothing +about me except a head of tobacco in my pocket, which I did not feel +was a suitable offering. Now the engineer’s brother, although +he would not own to it, knew English, so I told him how the beauty of +the road had lured me on, and how I was interested in coffee-planting, +and how much I admired the magnificence of this plantation, and all +the enterprise and energy it represented.</p> +<p><i>“Oui, oui, certainement,”</i> said he, and translated. +My friend the planter seemed charmed; it was the first sign of anything +approaching reason he had seen in me. He wanted me to have <i>eau +sucrée</i> more kindly than ever, and when I rose, intending +to bow myself off and go, geese or no geese, back to the <i>Éclaireur</i>, +he would not let me go. I must see the plantation, <i>toute la +plantation</i>. So presently all three of us go out and thoroughly +do the plantation, the most well-ordered, well-cultivated plantation +I have ever seen, and a very noble monument to the knowledge and industry +of the planter. For two hot hours these two perfect gentlemen +showed me over it. I also behaved well, for petticoats, great +as they are, do not prevent insects and catawumpuses of sorts walking +up one’s ankles and feeding on one as one stands on the long grass +which has been most wisely cut and laid round the young trees for mulching. +This plantation is of great extent on the hill-sides and in the valley +bottom, portions of it are just coming into bearing. The whole +is kept as perfectly as a garden, amazing as the work of one white man +with only a staff of unskilled native labourers - at present only eighty +of them. The coffee planted is of three kinds, the Elephant berry, +the Arabian, and the San Thomé. During our inspection, +we only had one serious misunderstanding, which arose from my seeing +for the first time in my life tree-ferns growing in the Ogowé. +There were three of them, evidently carefully taken care of, among some +coffee plants. It was highly exciting, and I tried to find out +about them. It seemed, even in this centre of enterprise, unlikely +that they had been brought just “for dandy” from the Australasian +region, and I had never yet come across them in my wanderings save on +Fernando Po. Unfortunately, my friends thought I wanted them to +keep, and shouted for men to bring things and dig them up; so I had +a brisk little engagement with the men, driving them from their prey +with the point of my umbrella, ejaculating Kor Kor, like an agitated +crow. When at last they understood that my interest in the ferns +was scientific, not piratical, they called the men off and explained +that the ferns had been found among the bush, when it was being cleared +for the plantation.</p> +<p>Ultimately, with many bows and most sincere thanks from me, we parted, +providentially beyond the geese, and I returned down the road to Njole, +where I find Mr. Cockshut waiting outside his factory. He insists +on taking me to the Post to see the Administrator, and from there he +says I can go on to the <i>Éclaireur</i> from the Post beach, +as she will be up there from Dumas’. Off we go up the road +which skirts the river bank, a dwarf clay cliff, overgrown with vegetation, +save where it is cleared for beaches. The road is short, but exceedingly +pretty; on the other side from the river is a steep bank on which is +growing a plantation of cacao. Lying out in the centre of the +river you see Njole Island, a low, sandy one, timbered not only with +bush, but with orange and other fruit trees; for formerly the Post and +factories used to be situated on the island - now only their trees remain +for various reasons, one being that in the wet season it is a good deal +under water. Everything is now situated on the mainland north +bank, in a straggling but picturesque line; first comes Woermann’s +factory, then Hatton and Cookson’s, and John Holt’s, close +together with a beach in common in a sweetly amicable style for factories, +who as a rule firmly stockade themselves off from their next door neighbours. +Then Dumas’ beach, a little native village, the cacao patch and +the Post at the up river end of things European, an end of things European, +I am told, for a matter of 500 miles. Immediately beyond the Post +is a little river falling into the Ogowé, and on its further +bank a small village belonging to a chief, who, hearing of the glories +of the Government, came down like the Queen of Sheba - in intention, +I mean, not personal appearance - to see it, and so charmed has he been +that here he stays to gaze on it.</p> +<p>Although Mr. Cockshut hunted the Administrator of the Ogowé +out of his bath, that gentleman is exceedingly amiable and charming, +all the more so to me for speaking good English. Personally, he +is big, handsome, exuberant, and energetic. He shows me round +with a gracious enthusiasm, all manner of things - big gorilla teeth +and heads, native spears and brass-nail-ornamented guns; and explains, +while we are in his study, that the little model canoe full of Kola +nuts is the supply of Kola to enable him to sit up all night and work. +Then he takes us outside to see the new hospital which he, in his capacity +as Administrator, during the absence of the professional Administrator +on leave in France, has granted to himself in his capacity as Doctor; +and he shows us the captive chief and headmen from Samba busily quarrying +a clay cliff behind it so as to enlarge the governmental plateau, and +the ex-ministers of the ex-King of Dahomey, who are deported to Njole, +and apparently comfortable and employed in various non-menial occupations. +Then we go down the little avenue of cacao trees in full bearing, and +away to the left to where there is now an encampment of Adoomas, who +have come down as a convoy from Franceville, and are going back with +another under the command of our vivacious fellow passenger, who, I +grieve to see, will have a rough time of it in the way of accommodation +in those narrow, shallow canoes which are lying with their noses tied +to the bank, and no other white man to talk to. What a blessing +he will be conversationally to Franceville when he gets in. The +Adooma encampment is very picturesque, for they have got their bright-coloured +chintz mosquito-bars erected as tents.</p> +<p>Dr. Pélessier then insists on banging down monkey bread-fruit +with a stick, to show me their inside. Of course they burst over +his beautiful white clothes. I said they would, but men will be +men. Then we go and stand under the two lovely odeaka trees that +make a triumphal-arch-like gateway to the Post’s beach from the +river, and the Doctor discourses in a most interesting way on all sorts +of subjects. We go on waiting for the <i>Éclaireur</i>, +who, although it is past four o’clock, is still down at Dumas’ +beach. I feel nearly frantic at detaining the Doctor, but neither +he nor Mr. Cockshut seem in the least hurry. But at last I can +stand it no longer. The vision of the Administrator of the Ogowé, +worn out, but chewing Kola nut to keep himself awake all night while +he finishes his papers to go down on the <i>Éclaireur</i> to-morrow +morning, is too painful; so I say I will walk back to Dumas’ and +go on the <i>Éclaireur</i> there, and try to liberate the Administrator +from his present engagements, so that he may go back and work. +No good! He will come down to Dumas’ with Mr. Cockshut and +me. Off we go, and just exactly as we are getting on to Dumas’ +beach, off starts the <i>Éclaireur</i> with a shriek for the +Post beach. So I say good-bye to Mr. Cockshut, and go back to +the Post with Dr. Pélessier, and he sees me on board, and to +my immense relief he stays on board a good hour and a half, talking +to other people, so it is not on my head if he is up all night.</p> +<p><i>June 25th</i>. - <i>Éclaireur</i> has to wait for the Administrator +until ten, because he has not done his mails. At ten he comes +on board like an amiable tornado, for he himself is going to Cape Lopez. +I am grieved to see them carrying on board, too, a French official very +ill with fever. He is the engineer of the canoniere and they are +taking him down to Cape Lopez, where they hope to get a ship to take +him up to Gaboon, and to the hospital on the <i>Minervé</i>. +I heard subsequently that the poor fellow died about forty hours after +leaving Njole at Achyouka in Kama country.</p> +<p>We get away at last, and run rapidly down river, helped by the terrific +current. The <i>Éclaireur</i> has to call at Talagouga +for planks from M. Gacon’s sawmill. As soon as we are past +the tail of Talagouga Island, the <i>Éclaireur</i> ties her whistle +string to a stanchion, and goes off into a series of screaming fits, +as only she can. What she wants is to get M. Forget or M. Gacon, +or better still both, out in their canoes with the wood waiting for +her, because “she cannot anchor in the depth,” “nor +can she turn round,” and “backing plays the mischief with +any ship’s engines,” and “she can’t hold her +own against the current,” and - then Captain Verdier says things +I won’t repeat, and throws his weight passionately on the whistle +string, for we are in sight of the narrow gorge of Talagouga, with the +Mission Station apparently slumbering in the sun. This puts the +<i>Éclaireur</i> in an awful temper. She goes down towards +it as near as she dare, and then frisks round again, and runs up river +a little way and drops down again, in violent hysterics the whole time. +Soon M. Gacon comes along among the trees on the bank, and laughs at +her. A rope is thrown to him, and the panting <i>Éclaireur</i> +tied up to a tree close in to the bank, for the water is deep enough +here to moor a liner in, only there are a good many rocks. In +a few minutes M. Forget and several canoe loads of beautiful red-brown +mahogany planks are on board, and things being finished, I say good-bye +to the captain, and go off with M. Forget in a canoe, to the shore.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER V. THE RAPIDS OF THE OGOWÉ.</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>The Log of an Adooma canoe during a voyage undertaken to the rapids +of the River Ogowé, with some account of the divers disasters +that befell thereon.</i></p> +<p>Mme. Forget received me most kindly, and, thanks to her ever thoughtful +hospitality, I spent a very pleasant time at Talagouga, wandering about +the forest and collecting fishes from the native fishermen: and seeing +the strange forms of some of these Talagouga region fishes and the marked +difference between them and those of Lembarene, I set my heart on going +up into the region of the Ogowé rapids. For some time no +one whom I could get hold of regarded it as a feasible scheme, but, +at last, M. Gacon thought it might be managed; I said I would give a +reward of 100 francs to any one who would lend me a canoe and a crew, +and I would pay the working expenses, food, wages, etc. M. Gacon +had a good canoe and could spare me two English-speaking Igalwas, one +of whom had been part of the way with MM. Allégret and Teisserès, +when they made their journey up to Franceville and then across to Brazzaville +and down the Congo two years ago. He also thought we could get +six Fans to complete the crew. I was delighted, packed my small +portmanteau with a few things, got some trade goods, wound up my watch, +ascertained the date of the day of the month, and borrowed three hair-pins +from Mme. Forget, then down came disappointment. On my return +from the bush that evening, Mme. Forget said M. Gacon said “it +was impossible,” the Fans round Talagouga wouldn’t go at +any price above Njole, because they were certain they would be killed +and eaten by the up-river Fans. Internally consigning the entire +tribe to regions where they will get a rise in temperature, even on +this climate, I went with Mme. Forget to M. Gacon, and we talked it +over; finally, M. Gacon thought he could let me have two more Igalwas +from Hatton and Cookson’s beach across the river. Sending +across there we found this could be done, so I now felt I was in for +it, and screwed my courage to the sticking point - no easy matter after +all the information I had got into my mind regarding the rapids of the +River Ogowé.</p> +<p>I establish myself on my portmanteau comfortably in the canoe, my +back is against the trade box, and behind that is the usual mound of +pillows, sleeping mats, and mosquito-bars of the Igalwa crew; the whole +surmounted by the French flag flying from an indifferent stick.</p> +<p>M. and Mme. Forget provide me with everything I can possibly require, +and say that the blood of half my crew is half alcohol; on the whole +it is patent they don’t expect to see me again, and I forgive +them, because they don’t seem cheerful over it; but still it is +not reassuring - nothing is about this affair, and it’s going +to rain. It does, as we go up the river to Njole, where there +is another risk of the affair collapsing, by the French authorities +declining to allow me to proceed. On we paddled, M’bo the +head man standing in the bows of the canoe in front of me, to steer, +then I, then the baggage, then the able-bodied seamen, including the +cook also standing and paddling; and at the other extremity of the canoe +- it grieves me to speak of it in this unseamanlike way, but in these +canoes both ends are alike, and chance alone ordains which is bow and +which is stern - stands Pierre, the first officer, also steering; the +paddles used are all of the long-handled, leaf-shaped Igalwa type. +We get up just past Talagouga Island and then tie up against the bank +of M. Gazenget’s plantation, and make a piratical raid on its +bush for poles. A gang of his men come down to us, but only to +chat. One of them, I notice, has had something happen severely +to one side of his face. I ask M’bo what’s the matter, +and he answers, with a derisive laugh, “He be fool man, he go +for tief plantain and done got shot.” M’bo does not +make it clear where the sin in this affair is exactly located; I expect +it is in being “fool man.” Having got our supply of +long stout poles we push off and paddle on again. Before we reach +Njole I recognise my crew have got the grumbles, and at once inquire +into the reason. M’bo sadly informs me that “they +no got chop,” having been provided only with plantain, and no +meat or fish to eat with it. I promise to get them plenty at Njole, +and contentment settles on the crew, and they sing. After about +three hours we reach Njole, and I proceed to interview the authorities. +Dr. Pélessier is away down river, and the two gentlemen in charge +don’t understand English; but Pierre translates, and the letter +which M. Forget has kindly written for me explains things and so the +palaver ends satisfactorily, after a long talk. First, the official +says he does not like to take the responsibility of allowing me to endanger +myself in those rapids. I explain I will not hold any one responsible +but myself, and I urge that a lady has been up before, a Mme. Quinee. +He says “Yes, that is true, but Madame had with her a husband +and many men, whereas I am alone and have only eight Igalwas and not +Adoomas, the proper crew for the rapids, and they are away up river +now with the convoy.” “True, oh King!” I answer, +“but Madame Quinee went right up to Lestourville, whereas I only +want to go sufficiently high up the rapids to get typical fish. +And these Igalwas are great men at canoe work, and can go in a canoe +anywhere that any mortal man can go” - this to cheer up my Igalwa +interpreter - “and as for the husband, neither the Royal Geographical +Society’s list, in their ‘Hints to Travellers,’ nor +Messrs. Silver, in their elaborate lists of articles necessary +for a traveller in tropical climates, make mention of husbands.” +However, the official ultimately says Yes, I may go, and parts with +me as with one bent on self destruction. This affair being settled +I start off, like an old hen with a brood of chickens to provide for, +to get chop for my men, and go first to Hatton and Cookson’s factory. +I find its white Agent is down river after stores, and John Holt’s +Agent says he has got no beef nor fish, and is precious short of provisions +for himself; so I go back to Dumas’, where I find a most amiable +French gentleman, who says he will let me have as much fish or beef +as I want, and to this supply he adds some delightful bread biscuits. +M’bo and the crew beam with satisfaction; mine is clouded by finding, +when they have carried off the booty to the canoe, that the Frenchman +will not let me pay for it. Therefore taking the opportunity of +his back being turned for a few minutes, I buy and pay for, across the +store counter, some trade things, knives, cloth, etc. Then I say +goodbye to the Agent. “Adieu, Mademoiselle,” says +he in a for-ever tone of voice. Indeed I am sure I have caught +from these kind people a very pretty and becoming mournful manner, and +there’s not another white station for 500 miles where I can show +it off. Away we go, still damp from the rain we have come through, +but drying nicely with the day, and cheerful about the chop.</p> +<p>The Ogowé is broad at Njole and its banks not mountainous, +as at Talagouga; but as we go on it soon narrows, the current runs more +rapidly than ever, and we are soon again surrounded by the mountain +range. Great masses of black rock show among the trees on the +hillsides, and under the fringe of fallen trees that hang from the steep +banks. Two hours after leaving Njole we are facing our first rapid. +Great gray-black masses of smoothed rock rise up out of the whirling +water in all directions. These rocks have a peculiar appearance +which puzzle me at the time, but in subsequently getting used to it +I accepted it quietly and admired. When the sun shines on them +they have a soft light blue haze round them, like a halo. The +effect produced by this, with the forested hillsides and the little +beaches of glistening white sand was one of the most perfect things +I have ever seen.</p> +<p>We kept along close to the right-hand bank, dodging out of the way +of the swiftest current as much as possible. Ever and again we +were unable to force our way round projecting parts of the bank, so +we then got up just as far as we could to the point in question, yelling +and shouting at the tops of our voices. M’bo said “Jump +for bank, sar,” and I “up and jumped,” followed by +half the crew. Such banks! sheets, and walls, and rubbish heaps +of rock, mixed up with trees fallen and standing. One appalling +corner I shall not forget, for I had to jump at a rock wall, and hang +on to it in a manner more befitting an insect than an insect-hunter, +and then scramble up it into a close-set forest, heavily burdened with +boulders of all sizes. I wonder whether the rocks or the trees +were there first? there is evidence both ways, for in one place you +will see a rock on the top of a tree, the tree creeping out from underneath +it, and in another place you will see a tree on the top of a rock, clasping +it with a network of roots and getting its nourishment, goodness knows +how, for these are by no means tender, digestible sandstones, but uncommon +hard gneiss and quartz which has no idea of breaking up into friable +small stuff, and which only takes on a high polish when it is vigorously +sanded and canvassed by the Ogowé. While I was engaged +in climbing across these promontories, the crew would be busy shouting +and hauling the canoe round the point by means of the strong chain provided +for such emergencies fixed on to the bow. When this was done, +in we got again and paddled away until we met our next affliction.</p> +<p>M’bo had advised that we should spend our first night at the +same village that M. Allégret did: but when we reached it, a +large village on the north bank, we seemed to have a lot of daylight +still in hand, and thought it would be better to stay at one a little +higher up, so as to make a shorter day’s work for to-morrow, when +we wanted to reach Kondo Kondo; so we went against the bank just to +ask about the situation and character of the up-river villages. +The row of low, bark huts was long, and extended its main frontage close +to the edge of the river bank. The inhabitants had been watching +us as we came, and when they saw we intended calling that afternoon, +they charged down to the river-edge hopeful of excitement. They +had a great deal to say, and so had we. After compliments, as +they say, in excerpts of diplomatic communications, three of their men +took charge of the conversation on their side, and M’bo did ours. +To M’bo’s questions they gave a dramatic entertainment as +answer, after the manner of these brisk, excitable Fans. One chief, +however, soon settled down to definite details, prefacing his remarks +with the silence-commanding “Azuna! Azuna!” and his +companions grunted approbation of his observations. He took a +piece of plantain leaf and tore it up into five different sized bits. +These he laid along the edge of our canoe at different intervals of +space, while he told M’bo things, mainly scandalous, about the +characters of the villages these bits of leaf represented, save of course +about bit A, which represented his own. The interval between the +bits was proportional to the interval between the villages, and the +size of the bits was proportional to the size of the village. +Village number four was the only one he should recommend our going to. +When all was said, I gave our kindly informants some heads of tobacco +and many thanks. Then M’bo sang them a hymn, with the assistance +of Pierre, half a line behind him in a different key, but every bit +as flat. The Fans seemed impressed, but any crowd would be by +the hymn-singing of my crew, unless they were inmates of deaf and dumb +asylums. Then we took our farewell, and thanked the village elaborately +for its kind invitation to spend the night there on our way home, shoved +off and paddled away in great style just to show those Fans what Igalwas +could do.</p> +<p>We hadn’t gone 200 yards before we met a current coming round +the end of a rock reef that was too strong for us to hold our own in, +let alone progress. On to the bank I was ordered and went; it +was a low slip of rugged confused boulders and fragments of rocks, carelessly +arranged, and evidently under water in the wet season. I scrambled +along, the men yelled and shouted and hauled the canoe, and the inhabitants +of the village, seeing we were becoming amusing again, came, legging +it like lamp-lighters, after us, young and old, male and female, to +say nothing of the dogs. Some good souls helped the men haul, +while I did my best to amuse the others by diving headlong from a large +rock on to which I had elaborately climbed, into a thick clump of willow-leaved +shrubs. They applauded my performance vociferously, and then assisted +my efforts to extricate myself, and during the rest of my scramble they +kept close to me, with keen competition for the front row, in hopes +that I would do something like it again. But I refused the <i>encore</i>, +because, bashful as I am, I could not but feel that my last performance +was carried out with all the superb reckless <i>abandon</i> of a Sarah +Bernhardt, and a display of art of this order should satisfy any African +village for a year at least. At last I got across the rocks on +to a lovely little beach of white sand, and stood there talking, surrounded +by my audience, until the canoe got over its difficulties and arrived +almost as scratched as I; and then we again said farewell and paddled +away, to the great grief of the natives, for they don’t get a +circus up above Njole every week, poor dears.</p> +<p>Now there is no doubt that that chief’s plantain-leaf chart +was an ingenious idea and a credit to him. There is also no doubt +that the Fan mile is a bit Irish, a matter of nine or so of those of +ordinary mortals, but I am bound to say I don’t think, even allowing +for this, that he put those pieces far enough apart. On we paddled +a long way before we picked up village number one, mentioned in that +chart. On again, still longer, till we came to village number +two. Village number three hove in sight high up on a mountain +side soon after, but it was getting dark and the water worse, and the +hill-sides growing higher and higher into nobly shaped mountains, forming, +with their forest-graced steep sides, a ravine that, in the gathering +gloom, looked like an alley-way made of iron, for the foaming Ogowé. +Village number four we anxiously looked for; village number four we +never saw; for round us came the dark, seeming to come out on to the +river from the forests and the side ravines, where for some hours we +had seen it sleeping, like a sailor with his clothes on in bad weather. +On we paddled, looking for signs of village fires, and seeing them not. +The <i>Erd-geist</i> knew we wanted something, and seeing how we personally +lacked it, thought it was beauty; and being in a kindly mood, gave it +us, sending the lovely lingering flushes of his afterglow across the +sky, which, dying, left it that divine deep purple velvet which no one +has dared to paint. Out in it came the great stars blazing high +above us, and the dark round us was be-gemmed with fire-flies: but we +were not as satisfied with these things as we should have been; what +we wanted were fires to cook by and dry ourselves by, and all that sort +of thing. The <i>Erd-geist</i> did not understand, and so left +us when the afterglow had died away, with only enough starlight to see +the flying foam of the rapids ahead and around us, and not enough to +see the great trees that had fallen from the bank into the water. +These, when the rapids were not too noisy, we could listen for, because +the black current rushes through their branches with an impatient “lish, +swish”; but when there was a rapid roaring close alongside we +ran into those trees, and got ourselves mauled, and had ticklish times +getting on our course again. Now and again we ran up against great +rocks sticking up in the black water - grim, isolated fellows, who seemed +to be standing silently watching their fellow rocks noisily fighting +in the arena of the white water. Still on we poled and paddled. +About 8 P.M. we came to a corner, a bad one; but we were unable to leap +on to the bank and haul round, not being able to see either the details +or the exact position of the said bank, and we felt, I think naturally, +disinclined to spring in the direction of such bits of country as we +had had experience of during the afternoon, with nothing but the aid +we might have got from a compass hastily viewed by the transitory light +of a lucifer match, and even this would not have informed us how many +tens of feet of tree fringe lay between us and the land, so we did not +attempt it. One must be careful at times, or nasty accidents may +follow. We fought our way round that corner, yelling defiance +at the water, and dealt with succeeding corners on the <i>vi et armis</i> +plan, breaking, ever and anon, a pole. About 9.30 we got into +a savage rapid. We fought it inch by inch. The canoe jammed +herself on some barely sunken rocks in it. We shoved her off over +them. She tilted over and chucked us out. The rocks round +being just awash, we survived and got her straight again, and got into +her and drove her unmercifully; she struck again and bucked like a broncho, +and we fell in heaps upon each other, but stayed inside that time - +the men by the aid of their intelligent feet, I by clinching my hands +into the bush rope lacing which ran round the rim of the canoe and the +meaning of which I did not understand when I left Talagouga. We +sorted ourselves out hastily and sent her at it again. Smash went +a sorely tried pole and a paddle. Round and round we spun in an +exultant whirlpool, which, in a light-hearted, maliciously joking way, +hurled us tail first out of it into the current. Now the grand +point in these canoes of having both ends alike declared itself; for +at this juncture all we had to do was to revolve on our own axis and +commence life anew with what had been the bow for the stern. Of +course we were defeated, we could not go up any further without the +aid of our lost poles and paddles, so we had to go down for shelter +somewhere, anywhere, and down at a terrific pace in the white water +we went. While hitched among the rocks the arrangement of our +crew had been altered, Pierre joining M’bo in the bows; this piece +of precaution was frustrated by our getting turned round; so our position +was what you might call precarious, until we got into another whirlpool, +when we persuaded Nature to start us right end on. This was only +a matter of minutes, whirlpools being plentiful, and then M’bo +and Pierre, provided with our surviving poles, stood in the bows to +fend us off rocks, as we shot towards them; while we midship paddles +sat, helping to steer, and when occasion arose, which occasion did with +lightning rapidity, to whack the whirlpools with the flat of our paddles, +to break their force. Cook crouched in the stern concentrating +his mind on steering only. A most excellent arrangement in theory +and the safest practical one no doubt, but it did not work out what +you might call brilliantly well; though each department did its best. +We dashed full tilt towards high rocks, things twenty to fifty feet +above water. Midship backed and flapped like fury; M’bo +and Pierre received the shock on their poles; sometimes we glanced successfully +aside and flew on; sometimes we didn’t. The shock being +too much for M’bo and Pierre they were driven back on me, who +got flattened on to the cargo of bundles which, being now firmly tied +in, couldn’t spread the confusion further aft; but the shock of +the canoe’s nose against the rock did so in style, and the rest +of the crew fell forward on to the bundles, me, and themselves. +So shaken up together were we several times that night, that it’s +a wonder to me, considering the hurry, that we sorted ourselves out +correctly with our own particular legs and arms. And although +we in the middle of the canoe did some very spirited flapping, our whirlpool-breaking +was no more successful than M’bo and Pierre’s fending off, +and many a wild waltz we danced that night with the waters of the River +Ogowé.</p> +<p>Unpleasant as going through the rapids was, when circumstances took +us into the black current we fared no better. For good all-round +inconvenience, give me going full tilt in the dark into the branches +of a fallen tree at the pace we were going then - and crash, swish, +crackle and there you are, hung up, with a bough pressing against your +chest, and your hair being torn out and your clothes ribboned by others, +while the wicked river is trying to drag away the canoe from under you. +After a good hour and more of these experiences, we went hard on to +a large black reef of rocks. So firm was the canoe wedged that +we in our rather worn-out state couldn’t move her so we wisely +decided to “lef ’em” and see what could be done towards +getting food and a fire for the remainder of the night. Our eyes, +now trained to the darkness, observed pretty close to us a big lump +of land, looming up out of the river. This we subsequently found +out was Kembe Island. The rocks and foam on either side stretched +away into the darkness, and high above us against the star-lit sky stood +out clearly the summits of the mountains of the Sierra del Cristal.</p> +<p>The most interesting question to us now was whether this rock reef +communicated sufficiently with the island for us to get to it. +Abandoning conjecture; tying very firmly our canoe up to the rocks, +a thing that seemed, considering she was jammed hard and immovable, +a little unnecessary - but you can never be sufficiently careful in +this matter with any kind of boat - off we started among the rock boulders. +I would climb up on to a rock table, fall off it on the other side on +to rocks again, with more or less water on them - then get a patch of +singing sand under my feet, then with varying suddenness get into more +water, deep or shallow, broad or narrow pools among the rocks; out of +that over more rocks, etc., etc., etc.: my companions, from their noises, +evidently were going in for the same kind of thing, but we were quite +cheerful, because the probability of reaching the land seemed increasing. +Most of us arrived into deep channels of water which here and there +cut in between this rock reef and the bank, M’bo was the first +to find the way into certainty; he was, and I hope still is, a perfect +wonder at this sort of work. I kept close to M’bo, and when +we got to the shore, the rest of the wanderers being collected, we said +“chances are there’s a village round here”; and started +to find it. After a gay time in a rock-encumbered forest, growing +in a tangled, matted way on a rough hillside, at an angle of 45 degrees, +M’bo sighted the gleam of fires through the tree stems away to +the left, and we bore down on it, listening to its drum. Viewed +through the bars of the tree stems the scene was very picturesque. +The village was just a collection of palm mat-built huts, very low and +squalid. In its tiny street, an affair of some sixty feet long +and twenty wide, were a succession of small fires. The villagers +themselves, however, were the striking features in the picture. +They were painted vermilion all over their nearly naked bodies, and +were dancing enthusiastically to the good old rump-a-tump-tump-tump +tune, played energetically by an old gentleman on a long, high-standing, +white-and-black painted drum. They said that as they had been +dancing when we arrived they had failed to hear us. M’bo +secured a - well, I don’t exactly know what to call it - for my +use. It was, I fancy, the remains of the village club-house. +It had a certain amount of palm-thatch roof and some of its left-hand +side left, the rest of the structure was bare old poles with filaments +of palm mat hanging from them here and there; and really if it hadn’t +been for the roof one wouldn’t have known whether one was inside +or outside it. The floor was trodden earth and in the middle of +it a heap of white ash and the usual two bush lights, laid down with +their burning ends propped up off the ground with stones, and emitting, +as is their wont, a rather mawkish, but not altogether unpleasant smell, +and volumes of smoke which finds its way out through the thatch, leaving +on the inside of it a rich oily varnish of a bright warm brown colour. +They give a very good light, provided some one keeps an eye on them +and knocks the ash off the end as it burns gray; the bush lights’ +idea of being snuffed. Against one of the open-work sides hung +a drum covered with raw hide, and a long hollow bit of tree trunk, which +served as a cupboard for a few small articles. I gathered in all +these details as I sat on one of the hard wood benches, waiting for +my dinner, which Isaac was preparing outside in the street. The +atmosphere of the hut, in spite of its remarkable advantages in the +way of ventilation, was oppressive, for the smell of the bush lights, +my wet clothes, and the natives who crowded into the hut to look at +me, made anything but a pleasant combination. The people were +evidently exceedingly poor; clothes they had very little of. The +two head men had on old French military coats in rags; but they were +quite satisfied with their appearance, and evidently felt through them +in touch with European culture, for they lectured to the others on the +habits and customs of the white man with great self-confidence and superiority. +The majority of the village had a slight acquaintance already with this +interesting animal, being, I found, Adoomas. They had made a settlement +on Kembe Island some two years or so ago. Then the Fans came and +attacked them, and killed and ate several. The Adoomas left and +fled to the French authority at Njole and remained under its guarding +shadow until the French came up and chastised the Fans and burnt their +village; and the Adoomas - when things had quieted down again and the +Fans had gone off to build themselves a new village for their burnt +one - came back to Kembe Island and their plantain patch. They +had only done this a few months before my arrival and had not had time +to rebuild, hence the dilapidated state of the village. They are, +I am told, a Congo region tribe, whose country lies south-west of Franceville, +and, as I have already said, are the tribe used by the French authorities +to take convoys up and down the Ogowé to Franceville, more to +keep this route open than for transport purposes; the rapids rendering +it impracticable to take heavy stores this way, and making it a thirty-six +days’ journey from Njole with good luck. The practical route +is <i>viâ</i> Loango and Brazzaville. The Adoomas told us +the convoy which had gone up with the vivacious Government official +had had trouble with the rapids and had spent five days on Kondo Kondo, +dragging up the canoes empty by means of ropes and chains, carrying +the cargo that was in them along on land until they had passed the worst +rapid and then repacking. They added the information that the +rapids were at their worst just now, and entertained us with reminiscences +of a poor young French official who had been drowned in them last year +- indeed they were just as cheering as my white friends. As soon +as my dinner arrived they politely cleared out, and I heard the devout +M’bo holding a service for them, with hymns, in the street, and +this being over they returned to their drum and dance, keeping things +up distinctly late, for it was 11.10 P.M. when we first entered the +village.</p> +<p>While the men were getting their food I mounted guard over our little +possessions, and when they turned up to make things tidy in my hut, +I walked off down to the shore by a path, which we had elaborately avoided +when coming to the village, a very vertically inclined, slippery little +path, but still the one whereby the natives went up and down to their +canoes, which were kept tied up amongst the rocks. The moon was +rising, illumining the sky, but not yet sending down her light on the +foaming, flying Ogowé in its deep ravine. The scene was +divinely lovely; on every side out of the formless gloom rose the peaks +of the Sierra del Cristal. Lomba-ngawku on the further side of +the river surrounded by his companion peaks, looked his grandest, silhouetted +hard against the sky. In the higher valleys where the dim light +shone faintly, one could see wreaths and clouds of silver-gray mist +lying, basking lazily or rolling to and fro. Olangi seemed to +stretch right across the river, blocking with his great blunt mass all +passage; while away to the N.E. a cone-shaped peak showed conspicuous, +which I afterwards knew as Kangwe. In the darkness round me flitted +thousands of fire-flies and out beyond this pool of utter night flew +by unceasingly the white foam of the rapids; sound there was none save +their thunder. The majesty and beauty of the scene fascinated +me, and I stood leaning with my back against a rock pinnacle watching +it. Do not imagine it gave rise, in what I am pleased to call +my mind, to those complicated, poetical reflections natural beauty seems +to bring out in other people’s minds. It never works that +way with me; I just lose all sense of human individuality, all memory +of human life, with its grief and worry and doubt, and become part of +the atmosphere. M’bo, I found, had hung up my mosquito-bar +over one of the hard wood benches, and going cautiously under it I lit +a night-light and read myself asleep with my damp dilapidated old Horace.</p> +<p>Woke at 4 A.M. lying on the ground among the plantain stems, having +by a reckless movement fallen out of the house. Thanks be there +are no mosquitoes. I don’t know how I escaped the rats which +swarm here, running about among the huts and the inhabitants in the +evening, with a tameness shocking to see. I turned in again until +six o’clock, when we started getting things ready to go up river +again, carefully providing ourselves with a new stock of poles, and +subsidising a native to come with us and help us to fight the rapids.</p> +<p>The greatest breadth of the river channel we now saw, in the daylight, +to be the S.S.W. branch; this was the one we had been swept into, and +was almost completely barred by rock. The other one to the N.N.W. +was more open, and the river rushed through it, a terrific, swirling +mass of water. Had we got caught in this, we should have got past +Kembe Island, and gone to Glory. Whenever the shelter of the spits +of land or of the reefs was sufficient to allow the water to lay down +its sand, strange shaped sandbanks showed, as regular in form as if +they had been smoothed by human hands. They rise above the water +in a slope, the low end or tail against the current; the down-stream +end terminating in an abrupt miniature cliff, sometimes six and seven +feet above the water; that they are the same shape when they have not +got their heads above water you will find by sticking on them in a canoe, +which I did several times, with a sort of automatic devotion to scientific +research peculiar to me. Your best way of getting off is to push +on in the direction of the current, carefully preparing for the shock +of suddenly coming off the cliff end.</p> +<p>We left the landing place rocks of Kembe Island about 8, and no sooner +had we got afloat, than, in the twinkling of an eye, we were swept, +broadside on, right across the river to the north bank, and then engaged +in a heavy fight with a severe rapid. After passing this, the +river is fairly uninterrupted by rock for a while, and is silent and +swift. When you are ascending such a piece the effect is strange; +you see the water flying by the side of your canoe, as you vigorously +drive your paddle into it with short rapid strokes, and you forthwith +fancy you are travelling at the rate of a North-Western express; but +you just raise your eyes, my friend, and look at that bank, which is +standing very nearly still, and you will realise that you and your canoe +are standing very nearly still too; and that all your exertions are +only enabling you to creep on at the pace of a crushed snail, and that +it’s the water that is going the pace. It’s a most +quaint and unpleasant disillusionment.</p> +<p>Above the stretch of swift silent water we come to the Isangaladi +Islands, and the river here changes its course from N.N.W., S.S.E. to +north and south. A bad rapid, called by our ally from Kembe Island +“Unfanga,” being surmounted, we seem to be in a mountain-walled +lake, and keeping along the left bank of this, we get on famously for +twenty whole restful minutes, which lulls us all into a false sense +of security, and my crew sing M’pongwe songs, descriptive of how +they go to their homes to see their wives, and families, and friends, +giving chaffing descriptions of their friends’ characteristics +and of their failings, which cause bursts of laughter from those among +us who recognise the allusions, and how they go to their boxes, and +take out their clothes, and put them on - a long bragging inventory +of these things is given by each man as a solo, and then the chorus, +taken heartily up by his companions, signifies their admiration and +astonishment at his wealth and importance - and then they sing how, +being dissatisfied with that last dollar’s worth of goods they +got from “Holty’s,” they have decided to take their +next trade to Hatton and Cookson, or <i>vice versa</i>; and then comes +the chorus, applauding the wisdom of such a decision, and extolling +the excellence of Hatton and Cookson’s goods or Holty’s. +These M’pongwe and Igalwa boat songs are all very pretty, and +have very elaborate tunes in a minor key. I do not believe there +are any old words to them; I have tried hard to find out about them, +but I believe the tunes, which are of a limited number and quite distinct +from each other, are very old. The words are put in by the singer +on the spur of the moment, and only restricted in this sense, that there +would always be the domestic catalogue - whatever its component details +might be - sung to the one fixed tune, the trade information sung to +another, and so on. A good singer, in these parts, means the man +who can make up the best song - the most impressive, or the most amusing; +I have elsewhere mentioned pretty much the same state of things among +the Ga’s and Krumen and Bubi, and in all cases the tunes are only +voice tunes, not for instrumental performance. The instrumental +music consists of that marvellously developed series of drum tunes - +the attempt to understand which has taken up much of my time, and led +me into queer company - and the many tunes played on the ’mrimba +and the orchid-root-stringed harp: they are, I believe, entirely distinct +from the song tunes. And these peaceful tunes my men were now +singing were, in their florid elaboration very different from the one +they fought the rapids to, of - So Sir - So Sur - So Sir - So Sur - +Ush! So Sir, etc.</p> +<p>On we go singing elaborately, thinking no evil of nature, when a +current, a quiet devil of a thing, comes round from behind a point of +the bank and catches the nose of our canoe; wringing it well, it sends +us scuttling right across the river in spite of our ferocious swoops +at the water, upsetting us among a lot of rocks with the water boiling +over them; this lot of rocks being however of the table-top kind, and +not those precious, close-set pinnacles rising up sheer out of profound +depths, between which you are so likely to get your canoe wedged in +and split. We, up to our knees in water that nearly tears our +legs off, push and shove the canoe free, and re-embarking return singing +“So Sir” across the river, to have it out with that current. +We do; and at its head find a rapid, and notice on the mountain-side +a village clearing, the first sign of human habitation we have seen +to-day.</p> +<p>Above this rapid we get a treat of still water, the main current +of the Ogowé flying along by the south bank. On our side +there are sandbanks with their graceful sloping backs and sudden ends, +and there is a very strange and beautiful effect produced by the flakes +and balls of foam thrown off the rushing main current into the quiet +water. These whirl among the eddies and rush backwards and forwards +as though they were still mad with wild haste, until, finding no current +to take them down, they drift away into the landlocked bays, where they +come to a standstill as if they were bewildered and lost and were trying +to remember where they were going to and whence they had come; the foam +of which they are composed is yellowish-white, with a spongy sort of +solidity about it. In a little bay we pass we see eight native +women, Fans clearly, by their bright brown faces, and their loads of +brass bracelets and armlets; likely enough they had anklets too, but +we could not see them, as the good ladies were pottering about waist-deep +in the foam-flecked water, intent on breaking up a stockaded fish-trap. +We pause and chat, and watch them collecting the fish in baskets, and +I acquire some specimens; and then, shouting farewells when we are well +away, in the proper civil way, resume our course.</p> +<p>The middle of the Ogowé here is simply forested with high +rocks, looking, as they stand with their grim forms above the foam, +like a regiment of strange strong creatures breasting it, with their +straight faces up river, and their more flowing curves down, as though +they had on black mantles which were swept backwards. Across on +the other bank rose the black-forested spurs of Lomba-njaku. Our +channel was free until we had to fight round the upper end of our bay +into a long rush of strong current with bad whirlpools curving its face; +then the river widens out and quiets down and then suddenly contracts +- a rocky forested promontory running out from each bank. There +is a little village on the north bank’s promontory, and, at the +end of each, huge monoliths rise from the water, making what looks like +a gateway which had once been barred and through which the Ogowé +had burst.</p> +<p>For the first time on this trip I felt discouraged; it seemed so +impossible that we, with our small canoe and scanty crew, could force +our way up through that gateway, when the whole Ogowé was rushing +down through it. But we clung to the bank and rocks with hands, +poles, and paddle, and did it; really the worst part was not in the +gateway but just before it, for here there is a great whirlpool, its +centre hollowed some one or two feet below its rim. It is caused, +my Kembe islander says, by a great cave opening beneath the water. +Above the gate the river broadens out again and we see the arched opening +to a large cave in the south bank; the mountain-side is one mass of +rock covered with the unbroken forest; and the entrance to this cave +is just on the upper wall of the south bank’s promontory; so, +being sheltered from the current here, we rest and examine it leisurely. +The river runs into it, and you can easily pass in at this season, but +in the height of the wet season, when the river level would be some +twenty feet or more above its present one, I doubt if you could. +They told me this place is called Boko Boko, and that the cave is a +very long one, extending on a level some way into the hill, and then +ascending and coming out near a mass of white rock that showed as a +speck high up on the mountain.</p> +<p>If you paddle into it you go “far far,” and then “no +more water live,” and you get out and go up the tunnel, which +is sometimes broad, sometimes narrow, sometimes high, sometimes so low +that you have to crawl, and so get out at the other end.</p> +<p>One French gentleman has gone through this performance, and I am +told found “plenty plenty” bats, and hedgehogs, and snakes. +They could not tell me his name, which I much regretted. As we +had no store of bush lights we went no further than the portals; indeed, +strictly between ourselves, if I had had every bush light in Congo Français +I personally should not have relished going further. I am terrified +of caves; it sends a creaming down my back to think of them.</p> +<p>We went across the river to see another cave entrance on the other +bank, where there is a narrow stretch of low rock-covered land at the +foot of the mountains, probably under water in the wet season. +The mouth of this other cave is low, between tumbled blocks of rock. +It looked so suspiciously like a short cut to the lower regions, that +I had less exploring enthusiasm about it than even about its opposite +neighbour; although they told me no man had gone down “them thing.” +Probably that much-to-be-honoured Frenchman who explored the other cave, +allowed like myself, that if one did want to go from the Equator to +Hades, there were pleasanter ways to go than this. My Kembe Island +man said that just hereabouts were five cave openings, the two that +we had seen and another one we had not, on land, and two under the water, +one of the sub-fluvial ones being responsible for the whirlpool we met +outside the gateway of Boko Boko.</p> +<p>The scenery above Boko Boko was exceedingly lovely, the river shut +in between its rim of mountains. As you pass up it opens out in +front of you and closes in behind, the closely-set confused mass of +mountains altering in form as you view them from different angles, save +one, Kangwe - a blunt cone, evidently the record of some great volcanic +outburst; and the sandbanks show again wherever the current deflects +and leaves slack water, their bright glistening colour giving a relief +to the scene.</p> +<p>For a long period we paddle by the south bank, and pass a vertical +cleft-like valley, the upper end of which seems blocked by a finely +shaped mountain, almost as conical as Kangwe. The name of this +mountain is Njoko, and the name of the clear small river, that apparently +monopolises the valley floor, is the Ovata. Our peace was not +of long duration, and we were soon again in the midst of a bristling +forest of rock; still the current running was not dangerously strong, +for the river-bed comes up in a ridge, too high for much water to come +over at this season of the year; but in the wet season this must be +one of the worst places. This ridge of rock runs two-thirds across +the Ogowé, leaving a narrow deep channel by the north bank. +When we had got our canoe over the ridge, mostly by standing in the +water and lifting her, we found the water deep and fairly quiet.</p> +<p>On the north bank we passed by the entrance of the Okana River. +Its mouth is narrow, but, the natives told me, always deep, even in +the height of the dry season. It is a very considerable river, +running inland to the E.N.E. Little is known about it, save that +it is narrowed into a ravine course above which it expands again; the +banks of it are thickly populated by Fans, who send down a considerable +trade, and have an evil reputation. In the main stream of the +Ogowé below the Okana’s entrance, is a long rocky island +called Shandi. When we were getting over our ridge and paddling +about the Okana’s entrance my ears recognised a new sound. +The rush and roar of the Ogowé we knew well enough, and could +locate which particular obstacle to his headlong course was making him +say things; it was either those immovable rocks, which threw him back +in foam, whirling wildly, or it was that fringe of gaunt skeleton trees +hanging from the bank playing a “pull devil, pull baker” +contest that made him hiss with vexation. But this was an elemental +roar. I said to M’bo: “That’s a thunderstorm +away among the mountains.” “No, sir,” says he, +“that’s the Alemba.”</p> +<p>We paddled on towards it, hugging the right-hand bank again to avoid +the mid-river rocks. For a brief space the mountain wall ceased, +and a lovely scene opened before us; we seemed to be looking into the +heart of the chain of the Sierra del Cristal, the abruptly shaped mountains +encircling a narrow plain or valley before us, each one of them steep +in slope, every one of them forest-clad; one, whose name I know not +unless it be what is sometimes put down as Mt. Okana on the French maps, +had a conical shape which contrasted beautifully with the more irregular +curves of its companions. The colour down this gap was superb, +and very Japanese in the evening glow. The more distant peaks +were soft gray-blues and purples, those nearer, indigo and black. +We soon passed this lovely scene and entered the walled-in channel, +creeping up what seemed an interminable hill of black water, then through +some whirlpools and a rocky channel to the sand and rock shore of our +desired island Kondo Kondo, along whose northern side tore in thunder +the Alemba. We made our canoe fast in a little cove among the +rocks, and landed, pretty stiff and tired and considerably damp. +This island, when we were on it, must have been about half a mile or +so long, but during the long wet season a good deal of it is covered, +and only the higher parts - great heaps of stone, among which grows +a long branched willow-like shrub - are above or nearly above water. +The Adooma from Kembe Island especially drew my attention to this shrub, +telling me his people who worked the rapids always regarded it with +an affectionate veneration; for he said it was the only thing that helped +a man when his canoe got thrown over in the dreaded Alemba, for its +long tough branches swimming in, or close to, the water are veritable +life lines, and his best chance; a chance which must have failed some +poor fellow, whose knife and leopard-skin belt we found wedged in among +the rocks on Kondo Kondo. The main part of the island is sand, +with slabs and tables of polished rock sticking up through it; and in +between the rocks grew in thousands most beautiful lilies, their white +flowers having a very strong scent of vanilla and their bright light-green +leaves looking very lovely on the glistening pale sand among the black-gray +rock. How they stand the long submersion they must undergo I do +not know; the natives tell me they begin to spring up as soon as ever +the water falls and leaves the island exposed; that they very soon grow +up and flower, and keep on flowering until the Ogowé comes down +again and rides roughshod over Kondo Kondo for months. While the +men were making their fire I went across the island to see the great +Alemba rapid, of which I had heard so much, that lay between it and +the north bank. Nobler pens than mine must sing its glory and +its grandeur. Its face was like nothing I have seen before. +Its voice was like nothing I have heard. Those other rapids are +not to be compared to it; they are wild, headstrong, and malignant enough, +but the Alemba is not as they. It does not struggle, and writhe, +and brawl among the rocks, but comes in a majestic springing dance, +a stretch of waltzing foam, triumphant.</p> +<p>The beauty of the night on Kondo Kondo was superb; the sun went down +and the afterglow flashed across the sky in crimson, purple, and gold, +leaving it a deep violet-purple, with the great stars hanging in it +like moons, until the moon herself arose, lighting the sky long before +she sent her beams down on us in this valley. As she rose, the +mountains hiding her face grew harder and harder in outline, and deeper +and deeper black, while those opposite were just enough illumined to +let one see the wefts and floating veils of blue-white mist upon them, +and when at last, and for a short time only, she shone full down on +the savage foam of the Alemba, she turned it into a soft silver mist. +Around, on all sides, flickered the fire-flies, who had come to see +if our fire was not a big relation of their own, and they were the sole +representatives, with ourselves, of animal life. When the moon +had gone, the sky, still lit by the stars, seeming indeed to be in itself +lambent, was very lovely, but it shared none of its light with us, and +we sat round our fire surrounded by an utter darkness. Cold, clammy +drifts of almost tangible mist encircled us; ever and again came cold +faint puffs of wandering wind, weird and grim beyond description.</p> +<p>I will not weary you further with details of our ascent of the Ogowé +rapids, for I have done so already sufficiently to make you understand +the sort of work going up them entails, and I have no doubt that, could +I have given you a more vivid picture of them, you would join me in +admiration of the fiery pluck of those few Frenchmen who traverse them +on duty bound. I personally deeply regret it was not my good fortune +to meet again the French official I had had the pleasure of meeting +on the <i>Éclaireur</i>. He would have been truly great +in his description of his voyage to Franceville. I wonder how +he would have “done” his unpacking of canoes and his experiences +on Kondo Kondo, where, by the by, we came across many of the ashes of +his expedition’s attributive fires. Well! he must have been +a pleasure to Franceville, and I hope also to the good Fathers at Lestourville, +for those places must be just slightly sombre for Parisians.</p> +<p>Going down big rapids is always, everywhere, more dangerous than +coming up, because when you are coming up and a whirlpool or eddy does +jam you on rocks, the current helps you off - certainly only with a +view to dashing your brains out and smashing your canoe on another set +of rocks it’s got ready below; but for the time being it helps, +and when off, you take charge and convert its plan into an incompleted +fragment; whereas in going down the current is against your backing +off. M’bo had a series of prophetic visions as to what would +happen to us on our way down, founded on reminiscence and tradition. +I tried to comfort him by pointing out that, were any one of his prophecies +fulfilled, it would spare our friends and relations all funeral expenses; +and, unless they went and wasted their money on a memorial window, that +ought to be a comfort to our well-regulated minds. M’bo +did not see this, but was too good a Christian to be troubled by the +disagreeable conviction that was in the minds of other members of my +crew, namely, that our souls, unliberated by funeral rites from this +world, would have to hover for ever over the Ogowé near the scene +of our catastrophe. I own this idea was an unpleasant one - fancy +having to pass the day in those caves with the bats, and then come out +and wander all night in the cold mists! However, like a good many +likely-looking prophecies, those of M’bo did not quite come off, +and a miss is as good as a mile. Twice we had a near call, by +being shot in between two pinnacle rocks, within half an inch of being +fatally close to each other for us; but after some alarming scrunching +sounds, and creaks from the canoe, we were shot ignominiously out down +river. Several times we got on to partially submerged table rocks, +and were unceremoniously bundled off them by the Ogowé, irritated +at the hindrance we were occasioning; but we never met the rocks of +M’bo’s prophetic soul - that lurking, submerged needle, +or knife-edge of a pinnacle rock which was to rip our canoe from stem +to stern, neat and clean into two pieces.</p> +<p>The course we had to take coming down was different to that we took +coming up. Coming up we kept as closely as might be to the most +advisable bank, and dodged behind every rock we could, to profit by +the shelter it afforded us from the current. Coming down, fallen-tree-fringed +banks and rocks were converted from friends to foes; so we kept with +all our power in the very centre of the swiftest part of the current +in order to avoid them. The grandest part of the whole time was +coming down, below the Alemba, where the whole great Ogowé takes +a tiger-like spring for about half a mile, I should think, before it +strikes a rock reef below. As you come out from among the rocks +in the upper rapid it gives you - or I should perhaps confine myself +to saying, it gave me - a peculiar internal sensation to see that stretch +of black water, shining like a burnished sheet of metal, sloping down +before one, at such an angle. All you have got to do is to keep +your canoe-head straight - quite straight, you understand - for any +failure so to do will land you the other side of the tomb, instead of +in a cheerful no-end-of-a-row with the lower rapid’s rocks. +This lower rapid is one of the worst in the dry season; maybe it is +so in the wet too, for the river’s channel here turns an elbow-sharp +curve which infuriates the Ogowé in a most dangerous manner.</p> +<p>I hope to see the Ogowé next time in the wet season - there +must be several more of these great sheets of water then over what are +rocky rapids now. Just think what coming down over that ridge +above Boko Boko will be like! I do not fancy however it would +ever be possible to get up the river, when it is at its height, with +so small a crew as we were when we went and played our knock-about farce, +before King Death, in his amphitheatre in the Sierra del Cristal.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER VI. LEMBARENE.</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>In which is given some account of the episode of the</i> Hippopotame<i>, +and of the voyager’s attempts at controlling an Ogowé canoe; +and also of the Igalwa tribe.</i></p> +<p>I say good-bye to Talagouga with much regret, and go on board the +<i>Éclaireur</i>, when she returns from Njole, with all my bottles +and belongings. On board I find no other passenger; the Captain’s +English has widened out considerably; and he is as pleasant, cheery, +and spoiling for a fight as ever; but he has a preoccupied manner, and +a most peculiar set of new habits, which I find are shared by the Engineer. +Both of them make rapid dashes to the rail, and nervously scan the river +for a minute and then return to some occupation, only to dash from it +to the rail again. During breakfast their conduct is nerve-shaking. +Hastily taking a few mouthfuls, the Captain drops his knife and fork +and simply hurls his seamanlike form through the nearest door out on +to the deck. In another minute he is back again, and with just +a shake of his head to the Engineer, continues his meal. The Engineer +shortly afterwards flies from his seat, and being far thinner than the +Captain, goes through his nearest door with even greater rapidity; returns, +and shakes his head at the Captain, and continues his meal. Excitement +of this kind is infectious, and I also wonder whether I ought not to +show a sympathetic friendliness by flying from my seat and hurling myself +on to the deck through my nearest door, too. But although there +are plenty of doors, as four enter the saloon from the deck, I do not +see my way to doing this performance aimlessly, and what in this world +they are both after I cannot think. So I confine myself to woman’s +true sphere, and assist in a humble way by catching the wine and Vichy +water bottles, glasses, and plates of food, which at every performance +are jeopardised by the members of the nobler sex starting off with a +considerable quantity of the ample table cloth wrapped round their legs. +At last I can stand it no longer, so ask the Captain point-blank what +is the matter. “Nothing,” says he, bounding out of +his chair and flying out of his doorway; but on his return he tells +me he has got a bet on of two bottles of champagne with Woermann’s +Agent for Njole, as to who shall reach Lembarene first, and the German +agent has started off some time before the <i>Éclaireur</i> in +his little steam launch.</p> +<p>During the afternoon we run smoothly along; the free pulsations of +the engines telling what a very different thing coming down the Ogowé +is to going up against its terrific current. Every now and again +we stop to pick up cargo, or discharge over-carried cargo, and the Captain’s +mind becomes lulled by getting no news of the Woermann’s launch +having passed down. He communicates this to the Engineer; it is +impossible she could have passed the <i>Éclaireur</i> since they +started, therefore she must be some where behind at a subfactory, <i>“N’est-ce +pas?” “Oui, oui, certainement,”</i> says the +Engineer. The Engineer is, by these considerations, also lulled, +and feels he may do something else but scan the river <i>à la</i> +sister Ann. What that something is puzzles me; it evidently requires +secrecy, and he shrinks from detection. First he looks down one +side of the deck, no one there; then he looks down the other, no one +there; good so far. I then see he has put his head through one +of the saloon portholes; no one there; he hesitates a few seconds until +I begin to wonder whether his head will suddenly appear through my port; +but he regards this as an unnecessary precaution, and I hear him enter +his cabin which abuts on mine and there is silence for some minutes. +Writing home to his mother, think I, as I go on putting a new braid +round the bottom of a worn skirt. Almost immediately after follows +the sound of a little click from the next cabin, and then apparently +one of the denizens of the infernal regions has got its tail smashed +in a door and the heavy hot afternoon air is reft by an inchoate howl +of agony. I drop my needlework and take to the deck; but it is +after all only that shy retiring young man practising secretly on his +clarionet.</p> +<p>The Captain is drowsily looking down the river. But repose +is not long allowed to that active spirit; he sees something in the +water - what? “<i>Hippopotame</i>,” he ejaculates. +Now both he and the Engineer frequently do this thing, and then fly +off to their guns - bang, bang, finish; but this time he does not dash +for his gun, nor does the Engineer, who flies out of his cabin at the +sound of the war shout “<i>Hippopotame</i>.” In vain +I look across the broad river with its stretches of yellow sandbanks, +where the “<i>hippopotame</i>” should be, but I can see +nothing but four black stumps sticking up in the water away to the right. +Meanwhile the Captain and the Engineer are flying about getting off +a crew of blacks into the canoe we are towing alongside. This +being done the Captain explains to me that on the voyage up “the +Engineer had fired at, and hit a hippopotamus, and without doubt this +was its body floating.” We are now close enough even for +me to recognise the four stumps as the deceased’s legs, and soon +the canoe is alongside them and makes fast to one, and then starts to +paddle back, hippo and all, to the <i>Éclaireur</i>. But +no such thing; let them paddle and shout as hard as they like, the hippo’s +weight simply anchors them. The <i>Éclaireur</i> by now +has dropped down the river past them, and has to sweep round and run +back. Recognising promptly what the trouble is, the energetic +Captain grabs up a broom, ties a light cord belonging to the leadline +to it, and holding the broom by the end of its handle, swings it round +his head and hurls it at the canoe. The arm of a merciful Providence +being interposed, the broom-tomahawk does not hit the canoe, wherein, +if it had, it must infallibly have killed some one, but falls short, +and goes tearing off with the current, well out of reach of the canoe. +The Captain seeing this gross dereliction of duty by a Chargeur Réunis +broom, hauls it in hand over hand and talks to it. Then he ties +the other end of its line to the mooring rope, and by a better aimed +shot sends the broom into the water, about ten yards above the canoe, +and it drifts towards it. Breathless excitement! surely they will +get it now. Alas, no! Just when it is within reach of the +canoe, a fearful shudder runs through the broom. It throws up +its head and sinks beneath the tide. A sensation of stun comes +over all of us. The crew of the canoe, ready and eager to grasp +the approaching aid, gaze blankly at the circling ripples round where +it sank. In a second the Captain knows what has happened. +That heavy hawser which has been paid out after it has dragged it down, +so he hauls it on board again.</p> +<p>The <i>Éclaireur</i> goes now close enough to the hippo-anchored +canoe for a rope to be flung to the man in her bows; he catches it and +freezes on gallantly. Saved! No! Oh horror! +The lower deck hums with fear that after all it will not taste that +toothsome hippo chop, for the man who has caught the rope is as nearly +as possible jerked flying out of the canoe when the strain of the <i>Éclaireur</i> +contending with the hippo’s inertia flies along it, but his companion +behind him grips him by the legs and is in his turn grabbed, and the +crew holding on to each other with their hands, and on to their craft +with their feet, save the man holding on to the rope and the whole situation; +and slowly bobbing towards us comes the hippopotamus, who is shortly +hauled on board by the winners in triumph.</p> +<p>My esteemed friends, the Captain and the Engineer, who of course +have been below during this hauling, now rush on to the upper deck, +each coatless, and carrying an enormous butcher’s knife. +They dash into the saloon, where a terrific sharpening of these instruments +takes place on the steel belonging to the saloon carving-knife, and +down stairs again. By looking down the ladder, I can see the pink, +pig-like hippo, whose colour has been soaked out by the water, lying +on the lower deck and the Captain and Engineer slitting down the skin +intent on gralloching operations. Providentially, my prophetic +soul induces me to leave the top of the ladder and go forward - “run +to win’ard,” as Captain Murray would say - for within two +minutes the Captain and Engineer are up the ladder as if they had been +blown up by the boilers bursting, and go as one man for the brandy bottle; +and they wanted it if ever man did; for remember that hippo had been +dead and in the warm river-water for more than a week.</p> +<p>The Captain had had enough of it, he said, but the Engineer stuck +to the job with a courage I profoundly admire, and he saw it through +and then retired to his cabin; sand-and-canvassed himself first, and +then soaked and saturated himself in Florida water. The flesh +gladdened the hearts of the crew and lower-deck passengers and also +of the inhabitants of Lembarene, who got dashes of it on our arrival +there. Hippo flesh is not to be despised by black man or white; +I have enjoyed it far more than the stringy beef or vapid goat’s +flesh one gets down here.</p> +<p>I stayed on board the <i>Éclaireur</i> all night; for it was +dark when we reached Lembarene, too dark to go round to Kangwe; and +next morning, after taking a farewell of her - I hope not a final one, +for she is a most luxurious little vessel for the Coast, and the feeding +on board is excellent and the society varied and charming - I went round +to Kangwe.</p> +<p>I remained some time in the Lembarene district and saw and learnt +many things; I owe most of what I learnt to M. and Mme. Jacot, who knew +a great deal about both the natives and the district, and I owe much +of what I saw to having acquired the art of managing by myself a native +canoe. This “recklessness” of mine I am sure did not +merit the severe criticism it has been subjected to, for my performances +gave immense amusement to others (I can hear Lembarene’s shrieks +of laughter now) and to myself they gave great pleasure.</p> +<p>My first attempt was made at Talagouga one very hot afternoon. +M. and Mme. Forget were, I thought, safe having their siestas, Oranie +was with Mme. Gacon. I knew where Mme. Gacon was for certain; +she was with M. Gacon; and I knew he was up in the sawmill shed, out +of sight of the river, because of the soft thump, thump, thump of the +big water-wheel. There was therefore no one to keep me out of +mischief, and I was too frightened to go into the forest that afternoon, +because on the previous afternoon I had been stalked as a wild beast +by a cannibal savage, and I am nervous. Besides, and above all, +it is quite impossible to see other people, even if they are only black, +naked savages, gliding about in canoes, without wishing to go and glide +about yourself. So I went down to where the canoes were tied by +their noses to the steep bank, and finding a paddle, a broken one, I +unloosed the smallest canoe. Unfortunately this was fifteen feet +or so long, but I did not know the disadvantage of having, as it were, +a long-tailed canoe then - I did shortly afterwards.</p> +<p>The promontories running out into the river on each side of the mission +beach give a little stretch of slack water between the bank and the +mill-race-like current of the Ogowé, and I wisely decided to +keep in the slack water, until I had found out how to steer - most important +thing steering. I got into the bow of the canoe, and shoved off +from the bank all right; then I knelt down - learn how to paddle standing +up by and by - good so far. I rapidly learnt how to steer from +the bow, but I could not get up any pace. Intent on acquiring +pace, I got to the edge of the slack water; and then displaying more +wisdom, I turned round to avoid it, proud as a peacock, you understand, +at having found out how to turn round. At this moment, the current +of “the greatest equatorial river in the world,” grabbed +my canoe by its tail. We spun round and round for a few seconds, +like a teetotum, I steering the whole time for all I was worth, and +then the current dragged the canoe ignominiously down river, tail foremost.</p> +<p>Fortunately a big tree was at that time temporarily hanging against +the rock in the river, just below the sawmill beach. Into that +tree the canoe shot with a crash, and I hung on, and shipping my paddle, +pulled the canoe into the slack water again, by the aid of the branches +of the tree, which I was in mortal terror would come off the rock, and +insist on accompanying me and the canoe, <i>viâ</i> Kama country, +to the Atlantic Ocean; but it held, and when I had got safe against +the side of the pinnacle-rock I wiped a perspiring brow, and searched +in my mind for a piece of information regarding Navigation that would +be applicable to the management of long-tailed Adooma canoes. +I could not think of one for some minutes. Captain Murray has +imparted to me at one time and another an enormous mass of hints as +to the management of vessels, but those vessels were all pre-supposed +to have steam power. But he having been the first man to take +an ocean-going steamer up to Matadi on the Congo, through the terrific +currents that whirl and fly in Hell’s Cauldron, knew about currents, +and I remembered he had said regarding taking vessels through them, +“Keep all the headway you can on her.” Good! that +hint inverted will fit this situation like a glove, and I’ll keep +all the tailway I can off her. Feeling now as safe as only a human +being can feel who is backed up by a sound principle, I was cautiously +crawling to the tail-end of the canoe, intent on kneeling in it to look +after it, when I heard a dreadful outcry on the bank. Looking +there I saw Mme. Forget, Mme. Gacon, M. Gacon, and their attributive +crowd of mission children all in a state of frenzy. They said +lots of things in chorus. “What?” said I. They +said some more and added gesticulations. Seeing I was wasting +their time as I could not hear, I drove the canoe from the rock and +made my way, mostly by steering, to the bank close by; and then tying +the canoe firmly up I walked over the mill stream and divers other things +towards my anxious friends. “You’ll be drowned,” +they said. “Gracious goodness!” said I, “I thought +that half an hour ago, but it’s all right now; I can steer.” +After much conversation I lulled their fears regarding me, and having +received strict orders to keep in the stern of the canoe, because that +is the proper place when you are managing a canoe single-handed, I returned +to my studies. I had not however lulled my friends’ interest +regarding me, and they stayed on the bank watching.</p> +<p>I found first, that my education in steering from the bow was of +no avail; second, that it was all right if you reversed it. For +instance, when you are in the bow, and make an inward stroke with the +paddle on the right-hand side, the bow goes to the right; whereas, if +you make an inward stroke on the right-hand side, when you are sitting +in the stern, the bow then goes to the left. Understand? +Having grasped this law, I crept along up river; and, by Allah! before +I had gone twenty yards, if that wretch, the current of the greatest, +etc., did not grab hold of the nose of my canoe, and we teetotummed +round again as merrily as ever. My audience screamed. I +knew what they were saying, “You’ll be drowned! Come +back! Come back!” but I heard them and I heeded not. +If you attend to advice in a crisis you’re lost; besides, I couldn’t +“Come back” just then. However, I got into the slack +water again, by some very showy, high-class steering. Still steering, +fine as it is, is not all you require and hanker after. You want +pace as well, and pace, except when in the clutches of the current, +I had not so far attained. Perchance, thought I, the pace region +in a canoe may be in its centre; so I got along on my knees into the +centre to experiment. Bitter failure; the canoe took to sidling +down river broadside on, like Mr. Winkle’s horse. Shouts +of laughter from the bank. Both bow and stern education utterly +inapplicable to centre; and so, seeing I was utterly thrown away there, +I crept into the bows, and in a few more minutes I steered my canoe, +perfectly, in among its fellows by the bank and secured it there. +Mme. Forget ran down to meet me and assured me she had not laughed so +much since she had been in Africa, although she was frightened at the +time lest I should get capsized and drowned. I believe it, for +she is a sweet and gracious lady; and I quite see, as she demonstrated, +that the sight of me, teetotumming about, steering in an elaborate and +showy way all the time, was irresistibly comic. And she gave a +most amusing account of how, when she started looking for me to give +me tea, a charming habit of hers, she could not see me in among my bottles, +and so asked the little black boy where I was. “There,” +said he, pointing to the tree hanging against the rock out in the river; +and she, seeing me hitched with a canoe against the rock, and knowing +the danger and depth of the river, got alarmed.</p> +<p>Well, when I got down to Lembarene I naturally went on with my canoeing +studies, in pursuit of the attainment of pace. Success crowned +my efforts, and I can honestly and truly say that there are only two +things I am proud of - one is that Doctor Günther has approved +of my fishes, and the other is that I can paddle an Ogowé canoe. +Pace, style, steering and all, “All same for one” as if +I were an Ogowé African. A strange, incongruous pair of +things: but I often wonder what are the things other people are really +most proud of; it would be a quaint and repaying subject for investigation.</p> +<p>Mme. Jacot gave me every help in canoeing, for she is a remarkably +clear-headed woman, and recognised that, as I was always getting soaked, +anyhow, I ran no extra danger in getting soaked in a canoe; and then, +it being the dry season, there was an immense stretch of water opposite +Andande beach, which was quite shallow. So she saw no need of +my getting drowned.</p> +<p>The sandbanks were showing their yellow heads in all directions when +I came down from Talagouga, and just opposite Andande there was sticking +up out of the water a great, graceful, palm frond. It had been +stuck into the head of the pet sandbank, and every day was visited by +the boys and girls in canoes to see how much longer they would have +to wait for the sandbank’s appearance. A few days after +my return it showed, and in two days more there it was, acres and acres +of it, looking like a great, golden carpet spread on the surface of +the centre of the clear water - clear here, down this side of Lembarene +Island, because the river runs fairly quietly, and has time to deposit +its mud. Dark brown the Ogowé flies past the other side +of the island, the main current being deflected that way by a bend, +just below the entrance of the Nguni.</p> +<p>There was great rejoicing. Canoe-load after canoe-load of boys +and girls went to the sandbank, some doing a little fishing round its +rim, others bringing the washing there, all skylarking and singing. +Few prettier sights have I ever seen than those on that sandbank - the +merry brown forms dancing or lying stretched on it: the gaudy-coloured +patchwork quilts and chintz mosquito-bars that have been washed, spread +out drying, looking from Kangwe on the hill above, like beds of bright +flowers. By night when it was moonlight there would be bands of +dancers on it with bush-light torches, gyrating, intermingling and separating +till you could think you were looking at a dance of stars.</p> +<p>They commenced affairs very early on that sandbank, and they kept +them up very late; and all the time there came from it a soft murmur +of laughter and song. Ah me! if the aim of life were happiness +and pleasure, Africa should send us missionaries instead of our sending +them to her - but, fortunately for the work of the world, happiness +is not. One thing I remember which struck me very much regarding +the sandbank, and this was that Mme. Jacot found such pleasure in taking +her work on to the verandah, where she could see it. I knew she +did not care for the songs and the dancing. One day she said to +me, “It is such a relief.” “A relief?” +I said. “Yes, do you not see that until it shows there is +nothing but forest, forest, forest, and that still stretch of river? +That bank is the only piece of clear ground I see in the year, and that +only lasts a few weeks until the wet season comes, and then it goes, +and there is nothing but forest, forest, forest, for another year. +It is two years now since I came to this place; it may be I know not +how many more before we go home again.” I grieve to say, +for my poor friend’s sake, that her life at Kangwe was nearly +at its end. Soon after my return to England I heard of the death +of her husband from malignant fever. M. Jacot was a fine, powerful, +energetic man, in the prime of life. He was a teetotaler and a +vegetarian; and although constantly travelling to and fro in his district +on his evangelising work, he had no foolish recklessness in him. +No one would have thought that he would have been the first to go of +us who used to sit round his hospitable table. His delicate wife, +his two young children or I would have seemed far more likely. +His loss will be a lasting one to the people he risked his life to (what +he regarded) save. The natives held him in the greatest affection +and respect, and his influence over them was considerable, far more +profound than that of any other missionary I have ever seen. His +loss is also great to those students of Africa who are working on the +culture or on the languages; his knowledge of both was extensive, particularly +of the little known languages of the Ogowé district. He +was, when I left, busily employed in compiling a dictionary of the Fan +tongue, and had many other works on language in contemplation. +His work in this sphere would have had a high value, for he was a man +with a University education and well grounded in Latin and Greek, and +thoroughly acquainted with both English and French literature, for although +born a Frenchman, he had been brought up in America. He was also +a cultivated musician, and he and Mme. Jacot in the evenings would sing +old French songs, Swiss songs, English songs, in their rich full voices; +and then if you stole softly out on to the verandah, you would often +find it crowded with a silent, black audience, listening intently.</p> +<p>The amount of work M. and Mme. Jacot used to get through was, to +me, amazing, and I think the Ogowé Protestant mission sadly short-handed +- its missionaries not being content to follow the usual Protestant +plan out in West Africa, namely, quietly sitting down and keeping house, +with just a few native children indoors to do the housework, and close +by a school and a little church where a service is held on Sundays. +The representatives of the Mission Évangélique go to and +fro throughout the district round each station on evangelising work, +among some of the most dangerous and uncivilised tribes in Africa, frequently +spending a fortnight at a time away from their homes, on the waterways +of a wild and dangerous country. In addition to going themselves, +they send trained natives as evangelists and Bible-readers, and keep +a keen eye on the trained native, which means a considerable amount +of worry and strain too. The work on the stations is heavy in +Ogowé districts, because when you have got a clearing made and +all the buildings up, you have by no means finished with the affair, +for you have to fight the Ogowé forest back, as a Dutchman fights +the sea. But the main cause of work is the store, which in this +exhausting climate is more than enough work for one man alone.</p> +<p>Payments on the Ogowé are made in goods; the natives do not +use any coinage-equivalent, save in the strange case of the Fans, which +does not touch general trade and which I will speak of later. +They have not even the brass bars and cheetems that are in us in Calabar, +or cowries as in Lagos. In order to expedite and simplify this +goods traffic, a written or printed piece of paper is employed - practically +a cheque, which is called a “bon” or “book,” +and these “bons” are cashed - <i>i.e</i>. gooded, at the +store. They are for three amounts. Five fura = a dollar. +One fura = a franc. Desu = fifty centimes = half a fura. +The value given for these “bons” is the same from Government, +Trade, and Mission. Although the Mission Évangélique +does not trade - <i>i.e</i>. buy produce and sell it at a profit, its +representatives have a great deal of business to attend to through the +store, which is practically a bank. All the native evangelists, +black teachers, Bible-readers and labourers on the stations are paid +off in these bons; and when any representative of the mission is away +on a journey, food bought for themselves and their canoe crews is paid +for in bons, which are brought in by the natives at their convenience, +and changed for goods at the store. Therefore for several hours +every weekday the missionary has to devote himself to store work, and +store work out here is by no means playing at shop. It is very +hard, tiring, exasperating work when you have to deal with it in full, +as a trader, when it is necessary for you to purchase produce at a price +that will give you a reasonable margin of profit over storing, customs’ +duties, shipping expenses, etc., etc. But it is quite enough to +try the patience of any Saint when you are only keeping store to pay +on bons, <i>à la</i> missionary; for each class of article used +in trade - and there are some hundreds of them - has a definite and +acknowledged value, but where the trouble comes in is that different +articles have the same value; for example, six fish hooks and one pocket-handkerchief +have the same value, or you can make up that value in lucifer matches, +pomatum, a mirror, a hair comb, tobacco, or scent in bottles.</p> +<p>Now, if you are a trader, certain of these articles cost you more +than others, although they have an identical value to the native, and +so it is to your advantage to pay what we should call, in Cameroons, +“a Kru, cheap copper,” and you have a lot of worry to effect +this. To the missionary this does not so much matter. It +makes absolutely no difference to the native, mind you; so he is by +no means done by the trader. Take powder for an example. +There is no profit on powder for the trader in Congo Français, +but the native always wants it because he can get a tremendous profit +on it from his black brethren in the bush; hence it pays the trader +to give him his bon out in Boma check, etc., better than in gunpowder. +This is a fruitful spring of argument and persuasion. However, +whether the native is passing in a bundle of rubber or a tooth of ivory, +or merely cashing a bon for a week’s bush catering, he is in Congo +Français incapable of deciding what he will have when it comes +to the point. He comes into the shop with a bon in his hand, and +we will say, for example, the idea in his head that he wants fish-hooks +- “jupes,” he calls them - but, confronted with the visible +temptation of pomatum, he hesitates, and scratches his head violently. +Surrounding him there are ten or twenty other natives with their minds +in a similar wavering state, but yet anxious to be served forthwith. +In consequence of the stimulating scratch, he remembers that one of +his wives said he was to bring some Lucifer matches, another wanted +cloth for herself, and another knew of some rubber she could buy very +cheap, in tobacco, of a Fan woman who had stolen it. This rubber +he knows he can take to the trader’s store and sell for pocket-handkerchiefs +of a superior pattern, or gunpowder, or rum, which he cannot get at +the mission store. He finally gets something and takes it home, +and likely enough brings it back, in a day or so, somewhat damaged, +desirous of changing it for some other article or articles. Remember +also that these Bantu, like the Negroes, think externally, in a loud +voice; like Mr. Kipling’s ’oont, “’e smells +most awful vile,” and, if he be a Fan, he accompanies his observations +with violent dramatic gestures, and let the customer’s tribe or +sex be what it may, the customer is sadly, sadly liable to pick up any +portable object within reach, under the shadow of his companions’ +uproar, and stow it away in his armpits, between his legs, or, if his +cloth be large enough, in that. Picture to yourself the perplexities +of a Christian minister, engaged in such an occupation as storekeeping +under these circumstances, with, likely enough, a touch of fever on +him and jiggers in his feet; and when the store is closed the goods +in it requiring constant vigilance to keep them free from mildew and +white ants.</p> +<p>Then in addition to the store work, a fruitful source of work and +worry are the schools, for both boys and girls. It is regarded +as futile to attempt to get any real hold over the children unless they +are removed from the influence of the country fashions that surround +them in their village homes; therefore the schools are boarding; hence +the entire care of the children, including feeding and clothing, falls +on the missionary.</p> +<p>The instruction given in the Mission Évangélique Schools +does not include teaching the boys trades. The girls fare somewhat +better, as they get instruction in sewing and washing and ironing, but +I think in this district the young ladies would be all the better for +being taught cooking.</p> +<p>It is strange that all the cooks employed by the Europeans should +be men, yet all the cooking among the natives themselves is done by +women, and done abominably badly in all the Bantu tribes I have ever +come across; and the Bantu are in this particular, and indeed in most +particulars, far inferior to the true Negro; though I must say this +is not the orthodox view. The Negroes cook uniformly very well, +and at moments are inspired in the direction of palm-oil chop and fish +cooking. Not so the Bantu, whose methods cry aloud for improvement, +they having just the very easiest and laziest way possible of dealing +with food. The food supply consists of plantain, yam, koko, sweet +potatoes, maize, pumpkin, pineapple, and ochres, fish both wet and smoked, +and flesh of many kinds - including human in certain districts - snails, +snakes, and crayfish, and big maggot-like pupæ of the rhinoceros +beetle and the <i>Rhyncophorus palmatorum</i>. For sweetmeats +the sugar-cane abounds, but it is only used chewed <i>au naturel</i>. +For seasoning there is that bark that tastes like an onion, an onion +distinctly <i>passé</i>, but powerful and permanent, particularly +if it has been used in one of the native-made, rough earthen pots. +These pots have a very cave-man look about them; they are unglazed, +unlidded bowls. They stand the fire wonderfully well, and you +have got to stand, as well as you can, the taste of the aforesaid bark +that clings to them, and that of the smoke which gets into them during +cooking operations over an open wood fire, as well as the soot-like +colour they impart to even your own white rice. Out of all this +varied material the natives of the Congo Français forests produce, +dirtily, carelessly and wastefully, a dull, indigestible diet. +Yam, sweet potatoes, ochres, and maize are not so much cultivated or +used as among the Negroes, and the daily food is practically plantain +- picked while green and the rind pulled off, and the tasteless woolly +interior baked or boiled and the widely distributed manioc treated in +the usual way. The sweet or non-poisonous manioc I have rarely +seen cultivated, because it gives a much smaller yield, and is much +longer coming to perfection. The poisonous kind is that in general +use; its great dahlia-like roots are soaked in water to remove the poisonous +principle, and then dried and grated up, or more commonly beaten up +into a kind of dough in a wooden trough that looks like a model canoe, +with wooden clubs, which I have seen the curiosity hunter happily taking +home as war clubs to alarm his family with. The thump, thump, +thump of this manioc beating is one of the most familiar sounds in a +bush village. The meal, when beaten up, is used for thickening +broths, and rolled up into bolsters about a foot long and two inches +in diameter, and then wrapped in plantain leaves, and tied round with +tie-tie and boiled, or more properly speaking steamed, for a lot of +the rolls are arranged in a brass skillet. A small quantity of +water is poured over the rolls of plantain, a plantain leaf is tucked +in over the top tightly, so as to prevent the steam from escaping, and +the whole affair is poised on the three cooking-stones over a wood fire, +and left there until the contents are done, or more properly speaking, +until the lady in charge of it has delusions on the point, and the bottom +rolls are a trifle burnt or the whole insufficiently cooked.</p> +<p>This manioc meal is the staple food, the bread equivalent, all along +the coast. As you pass along you are perpetually meeting with +a new named food, fou-fou on the Leeward, kank on the Windward, m’vada +in Corisco, ogooma in the Ogowé; but acquaintance with it demonstrates +that it is all the same - manioc.</p> +<p>It is a good food when it is properly prepared; but when a village +has soaked its soil-laden manioc tubers in one and the same pool of +water for years, the water in that pool becomes a trifle strong, and +both it and the manioc get a smell which once smelt is never to be forgotten; +it is something like that resulting from bad paste with a dash of vinegar, +but fit to pass all these things, and has qualities of its own that +have no civilised equivalent.</p> +<p>I believe that this way of preparing the staple article of diet is +largely responsible for that dire and frequent disease “cut him +belly,” and several other quaint disorders, possibly even for +the sleep disease. The natives themselves say that a diet too +exclusively maniocan produces dimness of vision, ending in blindness +if the food is not varied; the poisonous principle cannot be anything +like soaked out in the surcharged water, and the meal when it is made +up and cooked has just the same sour, acrid taste you would expect it +to have from the smell.</p> +<p>The fish is boiled, or wrapped in leaves and baked. The dried +fish, very properly known as stink-fish, is much preferred; this is +either eaten as it is, or put into stews as seasoning, as also are the +snails. The meat is eaten either fresh or smoked, boiled or baked. +By baked I always mean just buried in the ground and a fire lighted +on top, or wrapped in leaves and buried in hot embers.</p> +<p>The smoked meat is badly prepared, just hung up in the smoke of the +fires, which hardens it, blackening the outside quickly; but when the +lumps are taken out of the smoke, in a short time cracks occur in them, +and the interior part proceeds to go bad, and needless to say maggoty. +If it is kept in the smoke, as it often is to keep it out of the way +of dogs and driver ants, it acquires the toothsome taste and texture +of a piece of old tarpaulin.</p> +<p>Now I will ask the surviving reader who has waded through this dissertation +on cookery if something should not be done to improve the degraded condition +of the Bantu cooking culture? Not for his physical delectation +only, but because his present methods are bad for his morals, and drive +the man to drink, let alone assisting in riveting him in the practice +of polygamy, which the missionary party say is an exceedingly bad practice +for him to follow. The inter-relationship of these two subjects +may not seem on the face of it very clear, but inter-relationships of +customs very rarely are; I well remember M. Jacot coming home one day +at Kangwe from an evangelising visit to some adjacent Fan towns, and +saying he had had given to him that afternoon a new reason for polygamy, +which was that it enabled a man to get enough to eat. This sounds +sinister from a notoriously cannibal tribe; but the explanation is that +the Fans are an exceedingly hungry tribe, and require a great deal of +providing for. It is their custom to eat about ten times a day +when in village, and the men spend most of their time in the palaver-houses +at each end of the street, the women bringing them bowls of food of +one kind or another all day long. When the men are away in the +forest rubber or elephant-hunting, and have to cook their own food, +they cannot get quite so much; but when I have come across them on these +expeditions, they halted pretty regularly every two hours and had a +substantial snack, and the gorge they all go in for after a successful +elephant hunt is a thing to see - once.</p> +<p>There are other reasons which lead to the prevalence of this custom, +beside the cooking. One is that it is totally impossible for one +woman to do the whole work of a house - look after the children, prepare +and cook the food, prepare the rubber, carry the same to the markets, +fetch the daily supply of water from the stream, cultivate the plantation, +etc., etc. Perhaps I should say it is impossible for the dilatory +African woman, for I once had an Irish charwoman, who drank, who would +have done the whole week’s work of an African village in an afternoon, +and then been quite fresh enough to knock some of the nonsense out of +her husband’s head with that of the broom, and throw a kettle +of boiling water or a paraffin lamp at him, if she suspected him of +flirting with other ladies. That woman, who deserves fame in the +annals of her country, was named Harragan. She has attained immortality +some years since, by falling down stairs one Saturday night from excitement +arising from “the Image’s” (Mr. Harragan) conduct; +but we have no Mrs. Harragan in Africa. The African lady does +not care a travelling whitesmith’s execration if her husband does +flirt, so long as he does not go and give to other women the cloth, +etc., that she should have. The more wives the less work, says +the African lady; and I have known men who would rather have had one +wife and spent the rest of the money on themselves, in a civilised way, +driven into polygamy by the women; and of course this state of affairs +is most common in nonslave-holding tribes like the Fan.</p> +<p>Mission work was first opened upon the Ogowé by Dr. Nassau, +the great pioneer and explorer of these regions. He was acting +for the American Presbyterian Society; but when the French Government +demanded education in French in the schools, the stations on the Ogowé, +Lembarene (Kangwe), and Talagouga were handed over to the Mission Évangélique +of Paris, and have been carried on by its representatives with great +devotion and energy. I am unsympathetic, in some particulars, +for reasons of my own, with Christian missions, so my admiration for +this one does not arise from the usual ground of admiration for missions, +namely, that however they may be carried on, they are engaged in a great +and holy work; but I regard the Mission Évangélique, judging +from the results I have seen, as the perfection of what one may call +a purely spiritual mission.</p> +<p>Lembarene is strictly speaking a district which includes Adânlinan +lângâ and the Island, but the name is locally used to denote +the great island in the Ogowé, whose native name is Nenge Ezangy; +but for the sake of the general reader I will keep to the everyday term +of Lembarene Island.</p> +<p>Lembarene Island is the largest of the islands on the Ogowé. +It is some fifteen miles long, east and west, and a mile to a mile and +a half wide. It is hilly and rocky, uniformly clad with forest, +and several little permanent streams run from it on both sides into +the Ogowé. It is situated 130 miles from the sea, at the +point, just below the entrance of the N’guni, where the Ogowé +commences to divide up into that network of channels by which, like +all great West African rivers save the Congo, it chooses to enter the +Ocean. The island, as we mainlanders at Kangwe used to call it, +was a great haunt of mine, particularly after I came down from Talagouga +and saw fit to regard myself as competent to control a canoe.</p> +<p>From Andande, the beach of Kangwe, the breadth of the arm of the +Ogowé to the nearest village on the island, was about that of +the Thames at Blackwall. One half of the way was slack water, +the other half was broadside on to a stiff current. Now my pet +canoe at Andande was about six feet long, pointed at both ends, flat +bottomed, so that it floated on the top of the water; its freeboard +was, when nothing was in it, some three inches, and the poor thing had +seen trouble in its time, for it had a hole you could put your hand +in at one end; so in order to navigate it successfully, you had to squat +in the other, which immersed that to the water level but safely elevated +the damaged end in the air. Of course you had to stop in your +end firmly, because if you went forward the hole went down into the +water, and the water went into the hole, and forthwith you foundered +with all hands - <i>i.e</i>., you and the paddle and the calabash baler. +This craft also had a strong weather helm, owing to a warp in the tree +of which it had been made. I learnt all these things one afternoon, +paddling round the sandbank; and the next afternoon, feeling confident +in the merits of my vessel, I started for the island, and I actually +got there, and associated with the natives, but feeling my arms were +permanently worn out by paddling against the current, I availed myself +of the offer of a gentleman to paddle me back in his canoe. He +introduced himself as Samuel, and volunteered the statement that he +was “a very good man.” We duly settled ourselves in +the canoe, he occupying the bow, I sitting in the middle, and a Mrs. +Samuel sitting in the stern. Mrs. Samuel was a powerful, pretty +lady, and a conscientious and continuous paddler. Mr. S. was none +of these things, but an ex-Bible reader, with an amazing knowledge of +English, which he spoke in a quaint, falsetto, far-away sort of voice, +and that man’s besetting sin was curiosity. “You be +Christian, ma?” said he. I asked him if he had ever met +a white man who was not. “Yes, ma,” says Samuel. +I said “You must have been associating with people whom you ought +not to know.” Samuel fortunately not having a repartee for +this, paddled on with his long paddle for a few seconds. “Where +be your husband, ma?” was the next conversational bomb he hurled +at me. “I no got one,” I answer. “No got,” +says Samuel, paralysed with astonishment; and as Mrs. S., who did not +know English, gave one of her vigorous drives with her paddle at this +moment, Samuel as near as possible got jerked head first into the Ogowé, +and we took on board about two bucketfuls of water. He recovered +himself, however and returned to his charge. “No got one, +ma?” “No,” say I furiously. “Do +you get much rubber round here?” “I no be trade man,” +says Samuel, refusing to fall into my trap for changing conversation. +“Why you no got one?” The remainder of the conversation +is unreportable, but he landed me at Andande all right, and got his +dollar.</p> +<p>The next voyage I made, which was on the next day, I decided to go +by myself to the factory, which is on the other side of the island, +and did so. I got some goods to buy fish with, and heard from +Mr. Cockshut that the poor boy-agent at Osoamokita, had committed suicide. +It was a grievous thing. He was, as I have said, a bright, intelligent +young Frenchman; but living in the isolation, surrounded by savage, +tiresome tribes, the strain of his responsibility had been too much +for him. He had had a good deal of fever, and the very kindly +head agent for Woermann’s had sent Dr. Pélessier to see +if he had not better be invalided home; but he told the Doctor he was +much better, and as he had no one at home to go to he begged him not +to send him, and the Doctor, to his subsequent regret, gave in. +No one knows, who has not been to West Africa, how terrible is the life +of a white man in one of these out-of-the-way factories, with no white +society, and with nothing to look at, day out and day in, but the one +set of objects - the forest, the river, and the beach, which in a place +like Osoamokita you cannot leave for months at a time, and of which +you soon know every plank and stone. I felt utterly wretched as +I started home again to come up to the end of the island, and go round +it and down to Andande; and paddled on for some little time, before +I noticed that I was making absolutely no progress. I redoubled +my exertions, and crept slowly up to some rocks projecting above the +water; but pass them I could not, as the main current of the Ogowé +flew in hollow swirls round them against my canoe. Several passing +canoefuls of natives gave me good advice in Igalwa; but facts were facts, +and the Ogowé was too strong for me. After about twenty +minutes an old Fan gentleman came down river in a canoe and gave me +good advice in Fan, and I got him to take me in tow - that is to say, +he got into my canoe and I held on to his and we went back down river. +I then saw his intention was to take me across to that disreputable +village, half Fan, half Bakele, which is situated on the main bank of +the river opposite the island; this I disapproved of, because I had +heard that some Senegal soldiers who had gone over there, had been stripped +of every rag they had on, and maltreated; besides, it was growing very +late, and I wanted to get home to dinner. I communicated my feelings +to my pilot, who did not seem to understand at first, so I feared I +should have to knock them into him with the paddle; but at last he understood +I wanted to be landed on the island and duly landed me, when he seemed +much surprised at the reward I gave him in pocket-handkerchiefs. +Then I got a powerful young Igalwa dandy to paddle me home.</p> +<p>I did not go to the island next day, but down below Fula, watching +the fish playing in the clear water, and the lizards and birds on the +rocky high banks; but on my next journey round to the factories I got +into another and a worse disaster. I went off there early one +morning; and thinking the only trouble lay in getting back up the Ogowé, +and having developed a theory that this might be minimised by keeping +very close to the island bank, I never gave a thought to dangers attributive +to going down river; so, having by now acquired pace, my canoe shot +out beyond the end rocks of the island into the main stream. It +took me a second to realise what had happened, and another to find out +I could not get the canoe out of the current without upsetting it, and +that I could not force her back up the current, so there was nothing +for it but to keep her head straight now she had bolted. A group +of native ladies, who had followed my proceedings with much interest, +shouted observations which I believe to have been “Come back, +come back; you’ll be drowned.” “Good-bye, Susannah, +don’t you weep for me,” I courteously retorted; and flew +past them and the factory beaches and things in general, keenly watching +for my chance to run my canoe up a siding, as it were, off the current +main line. I got it at last - a projecting spit of land from the +island with rocks projecting out of the water in front of it bothered +the current, and after a wild turn round or so, and a near call from +my terrified canoe trying to climb up a rock, I got into slack water +and took a pause in life’s pleasures for a few minutes. +Knowing I must be near the end of the island, I went on pretty close +to the bank, finally got round into the Kangwe branch of the Ogowé +by a connecting creek, and after an hour’s steady paddling I fell +in with three big canoes going up river; they took me home as far as +Fula, whence a short paddle landed me at Andande only slightly late +for supper, convinced that it was almost as safe and far more amusing +to be born lucky than wise.</p> +<p>Now I have described my circumnavigation of the island, I will proceed +to describe its inhabitants. The up-river end of Lembarene Island +is the most inhabited. A path round the upper part of the island +passes through a succession of Igalwa villages and by the Roman Catholic +missionary station. The slave villages belonging to these Igalwas +are away down the north face of the island, opposite the Fan town of +Fula, which I have mentioned. It strikes me as remarkable that +the Igalwa, like the Dualla of Cameroons, have their slaves in separate +villages; but this is the case, though I do not know the reason of it. +These Igalwa slaves cultivate the plantations, and bring up the vegetables +and fruit to their owners’ villages and do the housework daily.</p> +<p>The interior of the island is composed of high, rocky, heavily forested +hills, with here and there a stream, and here and there a swamp; the +higher land is towards the up-river end; down river there is a lower +strip of land with hillocks. This is, I fancy, formed by deposits +of sand, etc., catching in among the rocks, and connecting what were +at one time several isolated islands. There are no big game or +gorillas on the island, but it has a peculiar and awful house ant, much +smaller than the driver ant, but with a venomous, bad bite; its only +good point is that its chief food is the white ants, which are therefore +kept in abeyance on Lembarene Island, although flourishing destructively +on the mainland banks of the river in this locality. I was never +tired of going and watching those Igalwa villagers, nor were, I think, +the Igalwa villagers ever tired of observing me. Although the +physical conditions of life were practically identical with those of +the mainland, the way in which the Igalwas dealt with them, <i>i.e</i>. +the culture, was distinct from the culture of the mainland Fans.</p> +<p>The Igalwas are a tribe very nearly akin, if not ethnically identical +with, the M’pongwe, and the culture of these two tribes is on +a level with the highest native African culture. African culture, +I may remark, varies just the same as European in this, that there is +as much difference in the manners of life between, say, an Igalwa and +a Bubi of Fernando Po, as there is between a Londoner and a Laplander.</p> +<p>The Igalwa builds his house like that of the M’pongwe, of bamboo, +and he surrounds himself with European-made articles. The neat +houses, fitted with windows, with wooden shutters to close at night, +and with a deal door - a carpenter-made door - are in sharp contrast +with the ragged ant-hill looking performances of the Akkas, or the bark +huts of the Fan, with no windows, and just an extra broad bit of bark +to slip across the hole that serves as a door. On going into an +Igalwa house you will see a four-legged table, often covered with a +bright-coloured tablecloth, on which stands a water bottle, with two +clean glasses, and round about you will see chairs - Windsor chairs. +These houses have usually three, sometimes more rooms, and a separate +closed-in little kitchen, built apart, wherein you may observe European-made +saucepans, in addition to the ubiquitous skillet. Outside, all +along the clean sandy streets, the inhabitants are seated. The +Igalwa is truly great at sitting, the men pursuing a policy of masterly +inactivity, broken occasionally by leisurely netting a fishing net, +the end of the netting hitched up on to the roof thatch, and not held +by a stirrup. The ladies are employed in the manufacture of articles +pertaining to a higher culture - I allude, as Mr. Micawber would say, +to bed-quilts and pillow-cases - the most gorgeous bed-quilts and pillow-cases +- made of patchwork, and now and again you will see a mosquito-bar in +course of construction, of course not made of net or muslin because +of the awesome strength and ferocity of the Lembarene strain of mosquitoes, +but of stout, fair-flowered and besprigged chintzes; and you will observe +these things are often being sewn with a sewing machine.</p> +<p>The women who may not be busy sewing are busy doing each other’s +hair. Hair-dressing is quite an art among the Igalwa and M’pongwe +women, and their hair is very beautiful; very crinkly, but fine. +It is plaited up, close to the head, partings between the plaits making +elaborate parterres. Into the beds of plaited hair are stuck long +pins of river ivory (hippo), decorated with black tracery and openwork, +and made by their good men. A lady will stick as many of these +into her hair as she can get, but the prevailing mode is to have one +stuck in behind each ear, showing their broad, long heads above like +two horns; they are exceedingly becoming to these black but comely ladies, +verily, I think, the comeliest ladies I have ever seen on the Coast. +Very black they are, blacker than many of their neighbours, always blacker +than the Fans, and although their skin lacks that velvety pile of the +true negro, it is not too shiny, but it is fine and usually unblemished, +and their figures are charmingly rounded, their hands and feet small, +almost as small as a high-class Calabar woman’s, and their eyes +large, lustrous, soft and brown, and their teeth as white as the sea +surf and undisfigured by filing.</p> +<p>The native dress for men and women alike is the cloth or paun. +The men wear it by rolling the upper line round the waist, and in addition +they frequently wear a singlet or a flannel shirt worn <i>more Africano</i>, +flowing free. Rich men will mount a European coat and hat, and +men connected with the mission or trading stations occasionally wear +trousers. The personal appearance of the men does not amount to +much when all’s done, so we will return to the ladies. They +wrap the upper hem of these cloths round under the armpits, a graceful +form of drapery, but one which requires continual readjustment. +The cloth is about four yards long and two deep, and there is always +round the hem a border, or false hem, of turkey red twill, or some other +coloured cotton cloth to the main body of the paun. In addition +to the cloth there is worn, when possible, a European shawl, either +one of those thick cotton cloth ones printed with Chinese-looking patterns +in dull red on a dark ground, this sort is wrapped round the upper part +of the body: or what is more highly esteemed is a bright, light-coloured, +fancy wool shawl, pink or pale blue preferred, which being carefully +folded into a roll is placed over one shoulder, and is entirely for +dandy. I am thankful to say they do not go in for hats; when they +wear anything on their heads it is a handkerchief folded shawl-wise; +the base of the triangle is bound round the forehead just above the +eyebrows, the ends carried round over the ears and tied behind over +the apex of the triangle of the handkerchief, the three ends being then +arranged fan-wise at the back. Add to this costume a sober-coloured +silk parasol, not one of your green or red young tent-like, brutally +masculine, knobby-sticked umbrellas, but a fair, lady-like parasol, +which, being carefully rolled up, is carried handle foremost right in +the middle of the head, also for dandy. Then a few strings of +turquoise-blue beads, or imitation gold ones, worn round the shapely +throat; and I will back my Igalwa or M’pongwe belle against any +of those South Sea Island young ladies we nowadays hear so much about, +thanks to Mr. Stevenson, yea, even though these may be wreathed with +fragrant flowers, and the African lady very rarely goes in for flowers. +The only time I have seen the African ladies wearing them for ornament +has been among these Igalwas, who now and again stud their night-black +hair with pretty little round vividly red blossoms in a most fetching +way. I wonder the Africans do not wear flowers more frequently, +for they are devoted to scent, both men and women.</p> +<p>The Igalwas are a proud race, one of the noble tribes, like the M’pongwe +and the Ajumba. The women do not intermarry with lower-class tribes, +and in their own tribe they are much restricted, owing to all relations +on the mother’s side being forbidden to intermarry. This +well-known form of accounting relationships only through the mother +(<i>Mutterrecht</i>) is in a more perfected and elaborated form among +the Igalwa than among any other tribe I am personally acquainted with; +brothers and cousins on the mother’s side being in one class of +relationship.</p> +<p>The father’s responsibility, as regards authority over his +own children, is very slight. The really responsible male relative +is the mother’s elder brother. From him must leave to marry +be obtained for either girl, or boy; to him and the mother must the +present be taken which is exacted on the marriage of a girl; and should +the mother die, on him and not on the father, lies the responsibility +of rearing the children; they go to his house, and he treats and regards +them as nearer and dearer to himself than his own children, and at his +death, after his own brothers by the same mother, they become his heirs.</p> +<p>Marriage among the Igalwa and M’pongwe is not direct marriage +by purchase, but a certain fixed price present is made to the mother +and uncle of the girl. Other propitiatory presents (Kueliki) are +made, but do not count legally, and have not necessarily to be returned +in case of post-nuptial differences arising leading to a divorce - a +very frequent catastrophe in the social circle; for the Igalwa ladies +are spirited, and devoted to personal adornment, and they are naggers +at their husbands. Many times when walking on Lembarene Island, +have I seen a lady stand in the street and let her husband, who had +taken shelter inside the house, know what she thought of him, in a way +that reminded me of some London slum scenes. When the husband +loses his temper, as he surely does sooner or later, being a man, he +whacks his wife - or wives, if they have been at him in a body. +He may whack with impunity so long as he does not draw blood; if he +does, be it never so little, his wife is off to her relations, the present +he has given for her is returned, the marriage is annulled, and she +can re-marry as soon as she is able.</p> +<p>Her relations are only too glad to get her, because, although the +present has to be returned, yet the propitiatory offerings remain theirs, +and they know more propitiatory offerings as well as another present +will accrue with the next set of suitors. This of course is only +the case with the younger women; the older women for one thing do not +nag so much, and moreover they have usually children willing and able +to support them. If they have not, their state is, like that of +all old childless women in Africa, a very desolate one.</p> +<p>Infant marriage is now in vogue among the Igalwa, and to my surprise +I find it is of quite recent introduction and adoption. Their +own account of this retrograde movement in culture is that in the last +generation - some of the old people indeed claim to have known him - +there was an exceedingly ugly and deformed man who could not get a wife, +the women being then, as the men are now, great admirers of physical +beauty. So this man, being very cunning, hit on the idea of becoming +betrothed to one before she could exercise her own choice in the matter; +and knowing a family in which an interesting event was likely to occur, +he made heavy presents in the proper quarters and bespoke the coming +infant if it should be a girl. A girl it was, and thus, say the +Igalwa, arose the custom; and nowadays, although they do not engage +their wives so early as did the founder of the custom, they adopt infant +marriage as an institution.</p> +<p>I inquired carefully, in the interests of ethnology, as to what methods +of courting were in vogue previously. They said people married +each other because they loved each other. I hope other ethnologists +will follow this inquiry up, for we may here find a real golden age, +which in other races of humanity lies away in the mists of the ages +behind the kitchen middens and the Cambrian rocks. My own opinion +in this matter is that the earlier courting methods of the Igalwa involved +a certain amount of effort on the man’s part, a thing abhorrent +to an Igalwa. It necessitated his dressing himself up, and likely +enough fighting that impudent scoundrel who was engaged in courting +her too; and above all serenading her at night on the native harp, with +its strings made from the tendrils of a certain orchid, or on the marimba, +amongst crowds of mosquitoes. Any institution that involved being +out at night amongst crowds of those Lembarene mosquitoes would have +to disappear, let that institution be what it might.</p> +<p>The Igalwa are one of the dying-out coast tribes. As well as +on Lembarene Island, their villages are scattered along the banks of +the Lower Ogowé, and on the shores and islands of Elivã +Z’Onlange. On the island they are, so far, undisturbed by +the Fan invasion, and laze their lives away like lotus-eaters. +Their slaves work their large plantations, and bring up to them magnificent +yams, ready prepared ogooma, sweet-potatoes, papaw, etc., not forgetting +that delicacy Odeaka cheese; this is not an exclusive inspiration of +theirs, for the M’pongwe and the Benga use it as well. It +is made from the kernel of the wild mango, a singularly beautiful tree +of great size and stately spread of foliage. I can compare it +only in appearance and habit of growth to our Irish, or evergreen, oak, +but it is an idealisation of that fine tree. Its leaves are a +softer, brighter, deeper green, and in due season (August) it is covered +- not ostentatiously like the real mango, with great spikes of bloom, +looking each like a gigantic head of mignonette - but with small yellow-green +flowers tucked away under the leaves, filling the air with a soft sweet +perfume, and then falling on to the bare shaded ground beneath to make +a deep-piled carpet. I do not know whether it is a mango tree +at all, for I am no botanist: but anyhow the fruit is rather like that +of the mango in external appearance, and in internal still more so, +for it has a disproportionately large stone. These stones are +cracked, and the kernel taken out. The kernels are spread a short +time in the shade to dry; then they are beaten up into a pulp with a +wooden pestle, and the pulp put into a basket lined carefully with plantain +leaves and placed in the sun, which melts it up into a stiff mass. +The basket is then removed from the sun and stood aside to cool. +When cool, the cheese can be turned out in shape, and can be kept a +long time if it is wrapped round with leaves and a cloth, and hung up +inside the house. Its appearance is that of almond rock, and it +is cut easily with a knife; but at any period of its existence, if it +is left in the sun it melts again rapidly into an oily mass.</p> +<p>The natives use it as a seasoning in their cookery, stuffing fish +and plantains with it and so on, using it also in the preparation of +a sort of sea-pie they make with meat and fish. To make this, +a thing well worth doing, particularly with hippo or other coarse meat, +reduce the wood fire to embers, and make plantain leaves into a sort +of bag, or cup; small pieces of the meat should then be packed in layers +with red pepper and odeaka in between. The tops of the leaves +are then tied together with fine tie-tie, and the bundle, without any +saucepan of any kind, stood on the glowing embers, the cook taking care +there is no flame. The meat is done, and a superb gravy formed, +before the containing plantain leaves are burnt through - plantain leaves +will stand an amazing lot in the way of fire. This dish is really +excellent, even when made with python, hippo, or crocodile. It +makes the former most palatable; but of course it does not remove the +musky taste from crocodile; nothing I know of will.</p> +<p>The great and important difference between the M’pongwe, <a name="citation167"></a><a href="#footnote167">{167}</a> +Igalwa, and Ajumba fetish, and the Fetish of those tribes round them, +consists in their conception of a certain spirit called O Mbuiri. +They have, as is constant among the Bantu races of South-West Africa, +a great god - the creator, a god who has made all things, and who now +no longer takes any interest in the things he has created. Their +name for this god is Anyambie, which when pronounced sounds to my ears +like anlynlae - the l’s being very weak, - the derivation of this +name, however, is from Anyima a spirit, and Mbia, good. This god, +unlike other forms of the creating god in Fetish, has a viceroy or minister +who is a god he has created, and to whom he leaves the government of +affairs. This god is O Mbuiri or O Mbwiri, and this O Mbwiri is +of very high interest to the student of comparative fetish. He +has never been, nor can he ever become, a man, <i>i.e</i>. be born as +a man, but he can transfuse with his own personality that of human beings, +and also the souls of all those things we white men regard as inanimate, +such as rocks, trees, etc., in a similar manner.</p> +<p>The M’pongwe know that his residence is in the sea, and some +of them have seen him as an old white man, not flesh-colour white, but +chalk white. There is another important point here, but it wants +a volume to itself, so I must pass it. O Mbuiri’s appearance +in a corporeal form denotes ill luck, not death to the seer, but misfortune +of a severe and diffused character. The ruin of a trading enterprise, +the destruction of a village or a family, are put down to O Mbuiri’s +action. Yet he is not regarded as a malevolent god, a devil, but +as an avenger, or punisher of sin; and the M’pongwe look on him +as the Being to whom they primarily owe the good things and fortunes +of this life, and as the Being who alone has power to govern the host +of truly malevolent spirits that exist in nature.</p> +<p>The different instruments with which he works in the shaping of human +destiny bear his name when in his employ. When acting by means +of water, he is O Mbuiri Aningo; when in the weather, O Mbuiri Ngali; +when in the forests, O Mbuiri Ibaka; when in the form of a dwarf, O +Mbuiri Akoa, and so on.</p> +<p>The great difference between O Mbuiri and the lesser spirits is this: +- the lesser spirits cannot incarnate themselves except through extraneous +things; O Mbuiri can, he can become visible without anything beyond +his own will to do so. The other spirits must be in something +to become visible. This is an extremely delicate piece of Fetish +which it took me weeks to work out. I think I may say another +thing about O Mbuiri, though I say it carefully, and that is, that among +the M’pongwe and the tribe who are the parent tribe of the M’pongwe +- the now rapidly dying out Ajumba, and their allied tribe the Igalwa +- O Mbuiri is a distinct entity, while among the neighbouring tribes +he is a class, <i>i.e</i>. there are hundreds of O Mbuiri or Ibwiri, +one for every remarkable place or thing, such as rock, tree, or forest +thicket, and for every dangerous place in a river. Had I not observed +a similar state of affairs regarding Sasabonsum, a totally different +kind of spirit on the Windward coast, I should have had even greater +trouble than I had, in finding a key to what seemed at first a mass +of conflicting details regarding this important spirit O Mbuiri.</p> +<p>There is one other very important point in M’pongwe Fetish; +and that is that the souls of men exist before birth as well as after +death. This is indeed, as far as I have been able to find out, +a doctrine universally held by the West African tribes, but among the +M’pongwe there is this modification in it, which agrees strangely +well with the idea I found regarding reincarnated diseases, existent +among the Okÿon tribes (pure negroes). The malevolent minor +spirits are capable of being born with, what we will call, a man’s +soul, as well as going in with the man’s soul during sleep. +For example, an Olâgâ may be born with a man and that man +will thereby be born mad; he may at any period of his life, given certain +conditions, become possessed by an evil spirit, Onlogho Abambo, Injembe, +Nkandada, and become mad, or ill; but if he is born mad, or sickly, +one of the evil spirits such as an Olâgâ or an Obambo, the +soul of a man that has not been buried properly, has been born with +him.</p> +<p>The rest of the M’pongwe Fetish is on broad lines common to +other tribes, so I relegate it to the general collection of notes on +Fetish. M’pongwe jurisprudence is founded on the same ideas +as those on which West African jurisprudence at large is founded, but +it is so elaborated that it would be desecration to sketch it. +It requires a massive monograph.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER VII. ON THE WAY FROM KANGWE TO LAKE NCOVI.</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>In which the voyager goes for bush again and wanders into a new +lake and a new river.</i></p> +<p><i>July 22nd</i>, 1895. - Left Kangwe. The four Ajumba <a name="citation170"></a><a href="#footnote170">{170}</a> +did not turn up early in the morning as had been arranged, but arrived +about eight, in pouring rain, so decided to wait until two o’clock, +which will give us time to reach their town of Arevooma before nightfall, +and may perhaps give us a chance of arriving there dry. At two +we start. We go down river on the Kangwe side of Lembarene Island, +make a pause in front of the Igalwa slave town, which is on the Island +and nearly opposite the Fan town of Fula on the mainland bank, our motive +being to get stores of yam and plantain - and magnificent specimens +of both we get - and then, when our canoe is laden with them to an extent +that would get us into trouble under the Act if it ran here, off we +go again. Every canoe we meet shouts us a greeting, and asks where +we are going, and we say “Rembwé” - and they say +“What! Rembwé!” - and we say “Yes, Rembwé,” +and paddle on. I lay among the luggage for about an hour, not +taking much interest in the Rembwé or anything else, save my +own headache; but this soon lifted, and I was able to take notice, just +before we reached the Ajumba’s town, called Arevooma. The +sandbanks stretch across the river here nearly awash, so all our cargo +of yams has to be thrown overboard on to the sand, from which they can +be collected by being waded out to. The canoe, thus lightened, +is able to go on a little further, but we are soon hard and fast again, +and the crew have to jump out and shove her off about once every five +minutes, and then to look lively about jumping back into her again, +as she shoots over the cliffs of the sandbanks.</p> +<p>When we reach Arevooma, I find it is a very prettily situated town, +on the left-hand bank of the river - clean and well kept, and composed +of houses built on the Igalwa and M’pongwe plan with walls of +split bamboo and a palm thatch roof. I own I did not much care +for these Ajumbas on starting, but they are evidently going to be kind +and pleasant companions. One of them is a gentlemanly-looking +man, who wears a gray shirt; another looks like a genial Irishman who +has accidentally got black, very black; he is distinguished by wearing +a singlet; another is a thin, elderly man, notably silent; and the remaining +one is a strapping, big fellow, as black as a wolf’s mouth, of +gigantic muscular development, and wearing quantities of fetish charms +hung about him. The two first mentioned are Christians; the other +two pagans, and I will refer to them by their characteristic points, +for their honourable names are awfully alike when you do hear them, +and, as is usual with Africans, rarely used in conversation.</p> +<p>Gray Shirt places his house at my disposal, and both he and his exceedingly +pretty wife do their utmost to make me comfortable. The house +lies at the west end of the town. It is one room inside, but has, +I believe, a separate cooking shed. In the verandah in front is +placed a table, an ivory bundle chair and a gourd of water, and I am +also treated to a calico tablecloth, and most thoughtfully screened +off from the public gaze with more calico so that I can have my tea +in privacy. After this meal, to my surprise Ndaka turns up. +Certainly he is one of the very ugliest men - black or white - I have +ever seen, and I fancy one of the best. He is now on a holiday +from Kangwe, seeing to the settlement of his dead brother’s affairs. +The dead brother was a great man in Arevooma and a pagan, but Ndaka, +the Christian Bible-reader, seems to get on perfectly with the family +and is holding tonight a meeting outside his brother’s house and +comes with a lantern to fetch me to attend it. Of course I have +to go, headache or no headache.</p> +<p>Most of the town was there, mainly as spectators. Ndaka and +my two Christian boatmen manage the service between them, and what with +the hymns and the mosquitoes the experience is slightly awful. +We sit in a line in front of the house, which is brilliantly lit up +- our own lantern on the ground before us acting as a rival entertainment +to the house lamps inside for some of the best insect society in Africa, +who after the manner of the insect world, insist on regarding us as +responsible for their own idiocy in getting singed; and sting us in +revenge, while we slap hard, as we howl hymns in the fearful Igalwa +and M’pongwe way. Next to an English picnic, the most uncomfortable +thing I know is an open-air service in this part of Africa. Service +being over, Ndaka takes me over the house to show its splendours. +The great brilliancy of its illumination arises from its being lit by +two hanging lamps burning paraffin oil. The most remarkable point +about the house is the floor, which is made of split, plaited bamboo. +It gives under your feet in an alarming way, being raised some three +or four feet above the ground, and I am haunted by the fear that I shall +go through it and give pain to myself, and great trouble to others before +I could be got out. It is a beautiful piece of workmanship, and +Arevooma has every reason to be proud of it. Having admired these +things, I go, dead tired and still headachy, down the road with my host +who carries the lantern, through an atmosphere that has 45 per cent. +of solid matter in the shape of mosquitoes; then wishing him good-night, +I shut myself in, and illuminate, humbly, with a candle. The furniture +of the house consists mainly of boxes, containing the wealth of Gray +Shirt, in clothes, mirrors, etc. One corner of the room is taken +up by great calabashes full of some sort of liquor, and there is an +ivory bundle chair, a hanging mirror, several rusty guns, and a considerable +collection of china basins and jugs. Evidently Gray Shirt is rich. +The most interesting article to me, however, just now is the bed hung +over with a clean, substantial, chintz mosquito bar, and spread with +clean calico and adorned with patchwork-covered pillows. So I +take off my boots and put on my slippers; for it never does in this +country to leave off boots altogether at anytime and risk getting bitten +by mosquitoes on the feet, when you are on the march; because the rub +of your boot on the bite always produces a sore, and a sore when it +comes in the Gorilla country, comes to stay.</p> +<p>No sooner have I carefully swished all the mosquitoes from under +the bar and turned in, than a cat scratches and mews at the door - turn +out and let her in. She is evidently a pet, so I take her on to +the bed with me. She is a very nice cat - sandy and fat - and +if I held the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl, I should have +no hesitation in saying she had in her the soul of Dame Juliana Berners, +such a whole-souled devotion to sport does she display, dashing out +through the flaps of the mosquito bar after rats which, amid squeals +from the rats and curses from her, she kills amongst the china collection. +Then she comes to me, triumphant, expecting congratulations, and accompanied +by mosquitoes, and purrs and kneads upon my chest until she hears another +rat.</p> +<p><i>Tuesday, July 23rd</i>. - Am aroused by violent knocking at the +door in the early gray dawn - so violent that two large centipedes and +a scorpion drop on to the bed. They have evidently been tucked +away among the folds of the bar all night. Well “when ignorance +is bliss ’tis folly to be wise,” particularly along here. +I get up without delay, and find myself quite well. The cat has +thrown a basin of water neatly over into my bag during her nocturnal +hunts; and when my tea comes I am informed a man “done die” +in the night, which explains the firing of guns I heard. I inquire +what he has died of, and am told “He just truck luck, and then +he die.” His widows are having their faces painted white +by sympathetic lady friends, and are attired in their oldest, dirtiest +clothes, and but very few of them; still, they seem to be taking things +in a resigned spirit. These Ajumba seem pleasant folk. They +play with their pretty brown children in a taking way. Last night +I noticed some men and women playing a game new to me, which consisted +in throwing a hoop at each other. The point was to get the hoop +to fall over your adversary’s head. It is a cheerful game. +Quantities of the common house-fly about - and, during the early part +of the morning, it rains in a gentle kind of way; but soon after we +are afloat in our canoe it turns into a soft white mist.</p> +<p>We paddle still westwards down the broad quiet waters of the O’Rembo +Vongo. I notice great quantities of birds about here - great hornbills, +vividly coloured kingfishers, and for the first time the great vulture +I have often heard of, and the skin of which I will take home before +I mention even its approximate spread of wing. There are also +noble white cranes, and flocks of small black and white birds, new to +me, with heavy razor-shaped bills, reminding one of the Devonian puffin. +The hornbill is perhaps the most striking in appearance. It is +the size of a small, or say a good-sized hen turkey. Gray Shirt +says the flocks, which are of eight or ten, always have the same quantity +of cocks and hens, and that they live together “white man fashion,” +<i>i.e</i>. each couple keeping together. They certainly do a +great deal of courting, the cock filling out his wattles on his neck +like a turkey, and spreading out his tail with great pomp and ceremony, +but very awkwardly. To see hornbills on a bare sandbank is a solemn +sight, but when they are dodging about in the hippo grass they sink +ceremony, and roll and waddle, looking - my man said - for snakes and +the little sand-fish, which are close in under the bank; and their killing +way of dropping their jaws - I should say opening their bills - when +they are alarmed is comic. I think this has something to do with +their hearing, for I often saw two or three of them in a line on a long +branch, standing, stretched up to their full height, their great eyes +opened wide, and all with their great beaks open, evidently listening +for something. Their cry is most peculiar and can only be mistaken +for a native horn; and although there seems little variety in it to +my ear, there must be more to theirs, for they will carry on long confabulations +with each other across a river, and, I believe, sit up half the night +and talk scandal.</p> +<p>There were plenty of plantain-eaters here, but, although their screech +was as appalling as I have heard in Angola, they were not regarded, +by the Ajumba at any rate, as being birds of evil omen, as they are +in Angola. Still, by no means all the birds here only screech +and squark. Several of them have very lovely notes. There +is one who always gives a series of infinitely beautiful, soft, rich-toned +whistles just before the first light of the dawn shows in the sky, and +one at least who has a prolonged and very lovely song. This bird, +I was told in Gaboon, is called <i>Telephonus erythropterus</i>. +I expect an ornithologist would enjoy himself here, but I cannot - and +will not - collect birds. I hate to have them killed any how, +and particularly in the barbarous way in which these natives kill them.</p> +<p>The broad stretch of water looks like a long lake. In all directions +sandbanks are showing their broad yellow backs, and there will be more +showing soon, for it is not yet the height of the dry. We are +perpetually grounding on those which by next month will be above water. +These canoes are built, I believe, more with a view to taking sandbanks +comfortably than anything else; but they are by no means yet sufficiently +specialised for getting off them. Their flat bottoms enable them +to glide on to the banks, and sit there, without either upsetting or +cutting into the sand, as a canoe with a keel would; but the trouble +comes in when you are getting off the steep edge of the bank, and the +usual form it takes is upsetting. So far my Ajumba friends have +only tried to meet this difficulty by tying the cargo in.</p> +<p>I try to get up the geography of this region conscientiously. +Fortunately I find Gray Shirt, Singlet, and Pagan can speak trade English. +None of them, however, seem to recognise a single blessed name on the +chart, which is saying nothing against the chart and its makers, who +probably got their names up from M’pongwes and Igalwas instead +of Ajumba, as I am trying to. Geographical research in this region +is fraught with difficulty, I find, owing to different tribes calling +one and the same place by different names; and I am sure the Royal Geographical +Society ought to insert among their “Hints” that every traveller +in this region should carefully learn every separate native word, or +set of words, signifying “I don’t know,” - four villages +and two rivers I have come across out here solemnly set down with various +forms of this statement, for their native name. Really I think +the old Portuguese way of naming places after Saints, etc., was wiser +in the long run, and it was certainly pleasanter to the ear. My +Ajumba, however, know about my Ngambi and the Vinue all right and Elivã +z’Ayzingo, so I must try and get cross bearings from these.</p> +<p>We have an addition to our crew this morning - a man who wants to +go and get work at John Holt’s sub-factory away on the Rembwé. +He has been waiting a long while at Arevooma, unable to get across, +I am told, because the road is now stopped between Ayzingo and the Rembwé +by “those fearful Fans.” “How are we going to +get through that way?” says I, with natural feminine alarm. +“We are not, sir,” says Gray Shirt. This is what Lady +MacDonald would term a chatty little incident; and my hair begins to +rise as I remember what I have been told about those Fans and the indications +I have already seen of its being true when on the Upper Ogowé. +Now here we are going to try to get through the heart of their country, +far from a French station, and without the French flag. Why did +I not obey Mr. Hudson’s orders not to go wandering about in a +reckless way! Anyhow I am in for it, and Fortune favours the brave. +The only question is: Do I individually come under this class? +I go into details. It seems Pagan thinks he can depend on the +friendship of two Fans he once met and did business with, and who now +live on an island in Lake Ncovi - Ncovi is not down on my map and I +have never heard of it before - anyhow thither we are bound now.</p> +<p>Each man has brought with him his best gun, loaded to the muzzle, +and tied on to the baggage against which I am leaning - the muzzles +sticking out each side of my head: the flint locks covered with cases, +or sheaths, made of the black-haired skins of gorillas, leopard skin, +and a beautiful bright bay skin, which I do not know, which they say +is bush cow - but they call half a dozen things bush cow. These +guns are not the “gas-pipes” I have seen up north; but decent +rifles which have had the rifling filed out and the locks replaced by +flint locks and converted into muzzle loaders, and many of them have +beautiful barrels. I find the Ajumba name for the beautiful shrub +that has long bunches of red, yellow and cream-coloured young leaves +at the end of its branches is “obaa.” I also learn +that in their language ebony and a monkey have one name. The forest +on either bank is very lovely. Some enormously high columns of +green are formed by a sort of climbing plant having taken possession +of lightning-struck trees, and in one place it really looks exactly +as if some one had spread a great green coverlet over the forest, so +as to keep it dry. No high land showing in any direction. +Pagan tells me the extinguisher-shaped juju filled with medicine and +made of iron is against drowning - the red juju is “for keep foot +in path.” Beautiful effect of a gleam of sunshine lighting +up a red sandbank till it glows like the Nibelungen gold. Indeed +the effects are Turneresque to-day owing to the mist, and the sun playing +in and out among it.</p> +<p>The sandbanks now have their cliffs to the N.N.W. and N.W. +At 9.30, the broad river in front of us is apparently closed by sandbanks +which run out from the banks thus: -</p> +<pre> yellow}<br />S. bank bright-red} N. bank.<br /> yellow}</pre> +<p>Current running strong along south bank. This bank bears testimony +of this also being the case in the wet season, for a fringe of torn-down +trees hangs from it into the river. Pass Seke, a town on north +bank, interchanging the usual observations regarding our destination. +The river seems absolutely barred with sand again; but as we paddle +down it, the obstructions resolve themselves into spits of sand from +the north bank and the largest island in mid-stream, which also has +a long tail, or train, of sandbank down river. Here we meet a +picturesque series of canoes, fruit and trade laden, being poled up +stream, one man with his pole over one side, the other with his pole +over the other, making a St. Andrew’s cross as you meet them end +on.</p> +<p>Most luxurious, charming, and pleasant trip this. The men are +standing up swinging in rhythmic motion their long, rich red wood paddles +in perfect time to their elaborate melancholy, minor key boat song. +Nearly lost with all hands. Sandbank palaver - only when we were +going over the end of it, the canoe slips sideways over its edge. +River deep, bottom sand and mud. This information may be interesting +to the geologist, but I hope I shall not be converted by circumstances +into a human sounding apparatus again to-day. Next time she strikes +I shall get out and shove behind.</p> +<p>We are now skirting the real north bank, and not the bank of an island +or islands as we have been for some time heretofore. Lovely stream +falls into this river over cascades. The water is now rough in +a small way and the width of the river great, but it soon is crowded +again with wooded islands. There are patches and wreaths of a +lovely, vermilion-flowering bush rope decorating the forest, and now +and again clumps of a plant that shows a yellow and crimson spike of +bloom, very strikingly beautiful. We pass a long tunnel in the +bush, quite dark as you look down it - evidently the path to some native +town. The south bank is covered, where the falling waters have +exposed it, with hippo grass. Terrible lot of mangrove flies about, +although we are more than one hundred miles above the mangrove belt. +River broad again - tending W.S.W., with a broad flattened island with +attributive sandbanks in the middle. The fair way is along the +south bank of the river. Gray Shirt tells me this river is called +the O’Rembo Vongo, or small River, so as to distinguish it from +the main stream of the Ogowé which goes down past the south side +of Lembarene Island, as well I know after that canoe affair of mine. +Ayzingo now bears due north - and native mahogany is called “Okooma.” +Pass village called Welli on north bank. It looks like some gipsy +caravans stuck on poles. I expect that village has known what +it means to be swamped by the rising river; it looks as if it had, very +hastily in the middle of some night, taken to stilts, which I am sure, +from their present rickety condition, will not last through the next +wet season, and then some unfortunate spirit will get the blame of the +collapse. I also learn that it is the natal spot of my friend +Kabinda, the carpenter at Andande. Now if some of these good people +I know would only go and distinguish themselves, I might write a sort +of county family history of these parts; but they don’t, and I +fancy won’t. For example, the entrance - or should I say +the exit? - of a broadish little river is just away on the south bank. +If you go up this river - it runs S.E. - you get to a good-sized lake; +in this lake there is an island called Adole; then out of the other +side of the lake there is another river which falls into the Ogowé +main stream - but that is not the point of the story, which is that +on that island of Adole, Ngouta, the interpreter, first saw the light. +Why he ever did - there or anywhere - Heaven only knows! I know +I shall never want to write his biography.</p> +<p>On the western bank end of that river going to Adole, there is an +Igalwa town, notable for a large quantity of fine white ducks and a +clump of Indian bamboo. My informants say, “No white man +ever live for this place,” so I suppose the ducks and bamboo have +been imported by some black trader whose natal spot this is. The +name of this village is Wanderegwoma. Stuck on sandbank - I flew +out and shoved behind, leaving Ngouta to do the balancing performances +in the stern. This O’Rembo Vongo divides up just below here, +I am told, when we have re-embarked, into three streams. One goes +into the main Ogowé opposite Ayshouka in Nkami country - Nkami +country commences at Ayshouka and goes to the sea - one into the Ngumbi, +and one into the Nunghi - all in the Ouroungou country. Ayzingo +now lies N.E. according to Gray Shirt’s arm. On our river +there is here another broad low island with its gold-coloured banks +shining out, seemingly barring the entire channel, but there is really +a canoe channel along by both banks.</p> +<p>We turn at this point into a river on the north bank that runs north +and south - the current is running very swift to the north. We +run down into it, and then, it being more than time enough for chop, +we push the canoe on to a sandbank in our new river, which I am told +is the Karkola. I, after having had my tea, wander off, and find +behind our high sandbank, which like all the other sandbanks above water +now, is getting grown over with hippo grass - a fine light green grass, +the beloved food of both hippo and manatee - a forest, and entering +this I notice a succession of strange mounds or heaps, made up of branches, +twigs, and leaves, and dead flowers. Many of these heaps are recent, +while others have fallen into decay. Investigation shows they +are burial places. Among the <i>débris</i> of an old one +there are human bones, and out from one of the new ones comes a stench +and a hurrying, exceedingly busy line of ants, demonstrating what is +going on. I own I thought these mounds were some kind of bird’s +or animal’s nest. They look entirely unhuman in this desolate +reach of forest. Leaving these, I go down to the water edge of +the sand, and find in it a quantity of pools of varying breadth and +expanse, but each surrounded by a rim of dark red-brown deposit, which +you can lift off the sand in a skin. On the top of the water is +a film of exquisite iridescent colours like those on a soap bubble, +only darker and brighter. In the river alongside the sand, there +are thousands of those beautiful little fish with a black line each +side of their tails. They are perfectly tame, and I feed them +with crumbs in my hand. After making every effort to terrify the +unknown object containing the food - gallant bulls, quite two inches +long, sidling up and snapping at my fingers - they come and feed right +in the palm, so that I could have caught them by the handful had I wished. +There are also a lot of those weird, semi-transparent, yellow, spotted +little sandfish with cup-shaped pectoral fins, which I see they use +to enable them to make their astoundingly long leaps. These fish +are of a more nervous and distrustful disposition, and hover round my +hand but will not come into it. Indeed I do not believe the other +cheeky little fellows would allow them to.</p> +<p>The men, having had their rest and their pipes, shout for me, and +off we go again. The Karkola <a name="citation181"></a><a href="#footnote181">{181}</a> +soon widens to about 100 feet; it is evidently very deep here; the right +bank (the east) is forested, the left, low and shrubbed, one patch looking +as if it were being cleared for a plantation, but no village showing. +A big rock shows up on the right bank, which is a change from the clay +and sand, and soon the whole character of the landscape changes. +We come to a sharp turn in the river, from north and south to east and +west - the current very swift. The river channel dodges round +against a big bank of sword grass, and then widens out to the breadth +of the Thames at Putney. I am told that a river runs out of it +here to the west to Ouroungou country, and so I imagine this Karkola +falls ultimately into the Nazareth. We skirt the eastern banks, +which are covered with low grass with a scanty lot of trees along the +top. High land shows in the distance to the S.S.W. and S.W., and +then we suddenly turn up into a broad river or straith, shaping our +course N.N.E. On the opposite bank, on a high dwarf cliff, is +a Fan town. “All Fan now,” says Singlet in anything +but a gratified tone of voice.</p> +<p>It is a strange, wild, lonely bit of the world we are now in, apparently +a lake or broad - full of sandbanks, some bare and some in the course +of developing into permanent islands by the growth on them of that floating +coarse grass, any joint of which being torn off either by the current, +a passing canoe, or hippos, floats down and grows wherever it settles. +Like most things that float in these parts, it usually settles on a +sandbank, and then grows in much the same way as our couch grass grows +on land in England, so as to form a network, which catches for its adopted +sandbank all sorts of floating <i>débris</i>; so the sandbank +comes up in the world. The waters of the wet season when they +rise drown off the grass; but when they fall, up it comes again from +the root, and so gradually the sandbank becomes an island and persuades +real trees and shrubs to come and grow on it, and its future is then +secured.</p> +<p>We skirt alongside a great young island of this class; the sword +grass some ten or fifteen feet high. It has not got any trees +on it yet, but by next season or so it doubtless will have. The +grass is stabbled down into paths by hippos, and just as I have realised +who are the road-makers, they appear in person. One immense fellow, +hearing us, stands up and shows himself about six feet from us in the +grass, gazes calmly, and then yawns a yawn a yard wide and grunts his +news to his companions, some of whom - there is evidently a large herd +- get up and stroll towards us with all the flowing grace of Pantechnicon +vans in motion. We put our helm paddles hard a starboard and leave +that bank.</p> +<p>Our hasty trip across to the bank of the island on the other side +being accomplished, we, in search of seclusion and in the hope that +out of sight would mean out of mind to hippos, shot down a narrow channel +between semi-island sandbanks, and those sandbanks, if you please, are +covered with specimens - as fine a set of specimens as you could wish +for - of the West African crocodile. These interesting animals +are also having their siestas, lying sprawling in all directions on +the sand, with their mouths wide open. One immense old lady has +a family of lively young crocodiles running over her, evidently playing +like a lot of kittens. The heavy musky smell they give off is +most repulsive, but we do not rise up and make a row about this, because +we feel hopelessly in the wrong in intruding into these family scenes +uninvited, and so apologetically pole ourselves along rapidly, not even +singing. The pace the canoe goes down that channel would be a +wonder to Henley Regatta. When out of ear-shot I ask Pagan whether +there are many gorillas, elephants, or bush cows round here. “Plenty +too much,” says he; and it occurs to me that the corn-fields are +growing golden green away in England; and soon there rises up in my +mental vision a picture that fascinated my youth in the <i>Fliegende +Blätter</i>, representing “Friedrich Gerstaeker auf der Reise.” +That gallant man is depicted tramping on a serpent, new to M. Boulenger, +while he attempts to club, with the butt end of his gun, a most lively +savage who, accompanied by a bison, is attacking him in front. +A terrific and obviously enthusiastic crocodile is grabbing the tail +of the explorer’s coat, and the explorer says “Hurrah! das +gibt wieder einen prächtigen Artikel für <i>Die Allgemeine +Zeitung</i>.” I do not know where in the world Gerstaeker +was at the time, but I should fancy hereabouts. My vigorous and +lively conscience also reminds me that the last words a most distinguished +and valued scientific friend had said to me before I left home was, +“Always take measurements, Miss Kingsley, and always take them +from the adult male.” I know I have neglected opportunities +of carrying this commission out on both those banks, but I do not feel +like going back. Besides, the men would not like it, and I have +mislaid my yard measure.</p> +<p>The extent of water, dotted with sandbanks and islands in all directions, +here is great, and seems to be fringed uniformly by low swampy land, +beyond which, to the north, rounded lumps of hills show blue. +On one of the islands is a little white house which I am told was once +occupied by a black trader for John Holt. It looks a desolate +place for any man to live in, and the way the crocodiles and hippo must +have come up on the garden ground in the evening time could not have +enhanced its charms to the average cautious man. My men say, “No +man live for that place now.” The factory, I believe, has +been, for some trade reason, abandoned. Behind it is a great clump +of dark-coloured trees. The rest of the island is now covered +with hippo grass looking like a beautifully kept lawn. We lie +up for a short rest at another island, also a weird spot in its way, +for it is covered with a grove of only one kind of tree, which has a +twisted, contorted, gray-white trunk and dull, lifeless-looking, green, +hard foliage.</p> +<p>I learn that these good people, to make topographical confusion worse +confounded, call a river by one name when you are going up it, and by +another when you are coming down; just as if you called the Thames the +London when you were going up, and the Greenwich when you were coming +down. The banks all round this lake or broad, seem all light-coloured +sand and clay. We pass out of it into a channel. Current +flowing north. As we are entering the channel between banks of +grass-overgrown sand, a superb white crane is seen standing on the sand +edge to the left. Gray Shirt attempts to get a shot at it, but +it - alarmed at our unusual appearance - raises itself up with one of +those graceful preliminary curtseys, and after one or two preliminary +flaps spreads its broad wings and sweeps away, with its long legs trailing +behind it like a thing on a Japanese screen.</p> +<p>The river into which we ran zigzags about, and then takes a course +S.S.E. It is studded with islands slightly higher than those we +have passed, and thinly clad with forest. The place seems alive +with birds; flocks of pelican and crane rise up before us out of the +grass, and every now and then a crocodile slides off the bank into the +water. Wonderfully like old logs they look, particularly when +you see one letting himself roll and float down on the current. +In spite of these interests I began to wonder where in this lonely land +we were to sleep to-night. In front of us were miles of distant +mountains, but in no direction the slightest sign of human habitation. +Soon we passed out of our channel into a lovely, strangely melancholy, +lonely-looking lake - Lake Ncovi, my friends tell me. It is exceedingly +beautiful. The rich golden sunlight of the late afternoon soon +followed by the short-lived, glorious flushes of colour of the sunset +and the after-glow, play over the scene as we paddle across the lake +to the N.N.E. - our canoe leaving a long trail of frosted silver behind +her as she glides over the mirror-like water, and each stroke of the +paddle sending down air with it to come up again in luminous silver +bubbles - not as before in swirls of sand and mud. The lake shore +is, in all directions, wreathed with nobly forested hills, indigo and +purple in the dying daylight. On the N.N.E. and N.E. these come +directly down into the lake; on N.W., N., S.W., and S.E. there is a +band of well-forested ground, behind which they rise. In the north +and north-eastern part of the lake several exceedingly beautiful wooded +islands show, with gray rocky beaches and dwarf cliffs.</p> +<p>Sign of human habitation at first there was none; and in spite of +its beauty, there was something which I was almost going to say was +repulsive. The men evidently felt the same as I did. Had +any one told me that the air that lay on the lake was poison, or that +in among its forests lay some path to regions of utter death, I should +have said - “It looks like that”; but no one said anything, +and we only looked round uneasily, until the comfortable-souled Singlet +made the unfortunate observation that he “smelt blood.” +<a name="citation185"></a><a href="#footnote185">{185}</a> We +all called him an utter fool to relieve our minds, and made our way +towards the second island. When we got near enough to it to see +details, a large village showed among the trees on its summit, and a +steep dwarf cliff, overgrown with trees and creeping plants came down +to a small beach covered with large water-washed gray stones. +There was evidently some kind of a row going on in that village, that +took a lot of shouting too. We made straight for the beach, and +drove our canoe among its outlying rocks, and then each of my men stowed +his paddle quickly, slung on his ammunition bag, and picked up his ready +loaded gun, sliding the skin sheath off the lock. Pagan got out +on to the stones alongside the canoe just as the inhabitants became +aware of our arrival, and, abandoning what I hope was a mass meeting +to remonstrate with the local authorities on the insanitary state of +the town, came - a brown mass of naked humanity - down the steep cliff +path to attend to us, whom they evidently regarded as an Imperial interest. +Things did not look restful, nor these Fans personally pleasant. +Every man among them - no women showed - was armed with a gun, and they +loosened their shovel-shaped knives in their sheaths as they came, evidently +regarding a fight quite as imminent as we did. They drew up about +twenty paces from us in silence. Pagan and Gray Shirt, who had +joined him, held out their unembarrassed hands, and shouted out the +name of the Fan man they had said they were friendly with: “Kiva-Kiva.” +The Fans stood still and talked angrily among themselves for some minutes, +and then, Silence said to me, “It would be bad palaver if Kiva +no live for this place,” in a tone that conveyed to me the idea +he thought this unpleasant contingency almost a certainty. The +Passenger exhibited unmistakable symptoms of wishing he had come by +another boat. I got up from my seat in the bottom of the canoe +and leisurely strolled ashore, saying to the line of angry faces “M’boloani” +in an unconcerned way, although I well knew it was etiquette for them +to salute first. They grunted, but did not commit themselves further. +A minute after they parted to allow a fine-looking, middle-aged man, +naked save for a twist of dirty cloth round his loins and a bunch of +leopard and wild cat tails hung from his shoulder by a strip of leopard +skin, to come forward. Pagan went for him with a rush, as if he +were going to clasp him to his ample bosom, but holding his hands just +off from touching the Fan’s shoulder in the usual way, while he +said in Fan, “Don’t you know me, my beloved Kiva? +Surely you have not forgotten your old friend?” Kiva grunted +feelingly, and raised up his hands and held them just off touching Pagan, +and we breathed again. Then Gray Shirt made a rush at the crowd +and went through great demonstrations of affection with another gentleman +whom he recognised as being a Fan friend of his own, and whom he had +not expected to meet here. I looked round to see if there was +not any Fan from the Upper Ogowé whom I knew to go for, but could +not see one that I could on the strength of a previous acquaintance, +and on their individual merits I did not feel inclined to do even this +fashionable imitation embrace. Indeed I must say that never - +even in a picture book - have I seen such a set of wild wicked-looking +savages as those we faced this night, and with whom it was touch-and-go +for twenty of the longest minutes I have ever lived, whether we fought +- for our lives, I was going to say, but it would not have been even +for that, but merely for the price of them.</p> +<p>Peace having been proclaimed, conversation became general. +Gray Shirt brought his friend up and introduced him to me, and we shook +hands and smiled at each other in the conventional way. Pagan’s +friend, who was next introduced, was more alarming, for he held his +hands for half a minute just above my elbows without quite touching +me, but he meant well; and then we all disappeared into a brown mass +of humanity and a fog of noise. You would have thought, from the +violence and vehemence of the shouting and gesticulation, that we were +going to be forthwith torn to shreds; but not a single hand really touched +me, and as I, Pagan, and Gray Shirt went up to the town in the midst +of the throng, the crowd opened in front and closed in behind, evidently +half frightened at my appearance. The row when we reached the +town redoubled in volume from the fact that the ladies, the children, +and the dogs joined in. Every child in the place as soon as it +saw my white face let a howl out of it as if it had seen his Satanic +Majesty, horns, hoofs, tail and all, and fled into the nearest hut, +headlong, and I fear, from the continuance of the screams, had fits. +The town was exceedingly filthy - the remains of the crocodile they +had been eating the week before last, and piles of fish offal, and remains +of an elephant, hippo or manatee - I really can’t say which, decomposition +was too far advanced - united to form a most impressive stench. +The bark huts are, as usual in a Fan town, in unbroken rows; but there +are three or four streets here, not one only, as in most cases. +The palaver house is in the innermost street, and there we went, and +noticed that the village view was not in the direction in which we had +come, but across towards the other side of the lake. I told the +Ajumba to explain we wanted hospitality for the night, and wished to +hire three carriers for to-morrow to go with us to the Rembwé.</p> +<p>For an hour and three-quarters by my watch I stood in the suffocating, +smoky, hot atmosphere listening to, but only faintly understanding, +the war of words and gesture that raged round us. At last the +fact that we were to be received being settled, Gray Shirt’s friend +led us out of the guard house - the crowd flinching back as I came through +it - to his own house on the right-hand side of the street of huts. +It was a very different dwelling to Gray Shirt’s residence at +Arevooma. I was as high as its roof ridge and had to stoop low +to get through the door-hole. Inside, the hut was fourteen or +fifteen feet square, unlit by any window. The door-hole could +be closed by pushing a broad piece of bark across it under two horizontally +fixed bits of stick. The floor was sand like the street outside, +but dirtier. On it in one place was a fire, whose smoke found +its way out through the roof. In one corner of the room was a +rough bench of wood, which from the few filthy cloths on it and a wood +pillow I saw was the bed. There was no other furniture in the +hut save some boxes, which I presume held my host’s earthly possessions. +From the bamboo roof hung a long stick with hooks on it, the hooks made +by cutting off branching twigs. This was evidently the hanging +wardrobe, and on it hung some few fetish charms, and a beautiful ornament +of wild cat and leopard tails, tied on to a square piece of leopard +skin, in the centre of which was a little mirror, and round the mirror +were sewn dozens of common shirt buttons. In among the tails hung +three little brass bells and a brass rattle; these bells and rattles +are not only “for dandy,” but serve to scare away snakes +when the ornament is worn in the forest. A fine strip of silky-haired, +young gorilla skin made the band to sling the ornament from the shoulder +when worn. Gorillas seem well enough known round here. One +old lady in the crowd outside, I saw, had a necklace made of sixteen +gorilla canine teeth slung on a pine-apple fibre string. Gray +Shirt explained to me that this is the best house in the village, and +my host the most renowned elephant hunter in the district.</p> +<p>We then returned to the canoe, whose occupants had been getting uneasy +about the way affairs were going “on top,” on account of +the uproar they heard and the time we had been away. We got into +the canoe and took her round the little promontory at the end of the +island to the other beach, which is the main beach. By arriving +at the beach when we did, we took our Fan friends in the rear, and they +did not see us coming in the gloaming. This was all for the best, +it seems, as they said they should have fired on us before they had +had time to see we were rank outsiders, on the apprehension that we +were coming from one of the Fan towns we had passed, and with whom they +were on bad terms regarding a lady who bolted there from her lawful +lord, taking with her - cautious soul! - a quantity of rubber. +The only white man who had been here before in the memory of man, was +a French officer who paid Kiva six dollars to take him somewhere, I +was told - but I could not find out when, or what happened to that Frenchman. +<a name="citation189"></a><a href="#footnote189">{189}</a> It +was a long time ago, Kiva said, but these folks have no definite way +of expressing duration of time nor, do I believe, any great mental idea +of it; although their ideas are, as usual with West Africans, far ahead +of their language.</p> +<p>All the goods were brought up to my hut, and while Ngouta gets my +tea we started talking the carrier palaver again. The Fans received +my offer, starting at two dollars ahead of what M. Jacot said would +be enough, with utter scorn, and every dramatic gesture of dissent; +one man, pretending to catch Gray Shirt’s words in his hands, +flings them to the ground and stamps them under his feet. I affected +an easy take-it-or-leave-it-manner, and looked on. A woman came +out of the crowd to me, and held out a mass of slimy gray abomination +on a bit of plantain leaf - smashed snail. I accepted it and gave +her fish hooks. She was delighted and her companions excited, +so she put the hooks into her mouth for safe keeping. I hurriedly +explained in my best Fan that I do not require any more snail; so another +lady tried the effect of a pine-apple. There might be no end to +this, so I retired into trade and asked what she would sell it for. +She did not want to sell it - she wanted to give it me; so I gave her +fish hooks. Silence and Singlet interposed, saying the price for +pine-apples is one leaf of tobacco, but I explained I was not buying. +Ngouta turned up with my tea, so I went inside, and had it on the bed. +The door-hole was entirely filled with a mosaic of faces, but no one +attempted to come in. All the time the carrier palaver went on +without cessation, and I went out and offered to take Gray Shirt’s +and Pagan’s place, knowing they must want their chop, but they +refused relief, and also said I must not raise the price; I was offering +too big a price now, and if I once rise the Fan will only think I will +keep on rising, and so make the palaver longer to talk. “How +long does a palaver usually take to talk round here?” I ask. +“The last one I talked,” says Pagan, “took three weeks, +and that was only a small price palaver.” “Well,” +say I, “my price is for a start to-morrow - after then I have +no price - after that I go away.” Another hour however sees +the jam made, and to my surprise I find the three richest men in this +town of M’fetta have personally taken up the contract - Kiva my +host, Fika a fine young fellow, and Wiki, another noted elephant hunter. +These three Fans, the four Ajumba and the Igalwa, Ngouta, I think will +be enough. Moreover I fancy it safer not to have an overpowering +percentage of Fans in the party, as I know we shall have considerable +stretches of uninhabited forest to traverse; and the Ajumba say that +the Fans will kill people, <i>i.e</i>. the black traders who venture +into their country, and cut them up into neat pieces, eat what they +want at the time, and smoke the rest of the bodies for future use. +Now I do not want to arrive at the Rembwé in a smoked condition, +even should my fragments be neat, and I am going in a different direction +to what I said I was when leaving Kangwe, and there are so many ways +of accounting for death about here - leopard, canoe capsize, elephants, +etc. - that even if I were traced - well, nothing could be done then, +anyhow - so will only take three Fans. One must diminish dead +certainties to the level of sporting chances along here, or one can +never get on.</p> +<p>No one, either Ajumba or Fan, knew the exact course we were to take. +The Ajumba had never been this way before - the way for black traders +across being <i>viâ</i> Lake Ayzingo, the way Mr. Goode of the +American Mission once went, and the Fans said they only knew the way +to a big Fan town called Efoua, where no white man or black trader had +yet been. There is a path from there to the Rembwé they +knew, because the Efoua people take their trade all to the Rembwé. +They would, they said, come with me all the way if I would guarantee +them safety if they “found war” on the road. This +I agreed to do, and arranged to pay off at Hatton and Cookson’s +subfactory on the Rembwé, and they have “Look my mouth +and it be sweet, so palaver done set.” Every load then, +by the light of the bush lights held by the women, we arranged. +I had to unpack my bottles of fishes so as to equalise the weight of +the loads. Every load is then made into a sort of cocoon with +bush rope.</p> +<p>I was left in peace at about 11.30 P.M., and clearing off the clothes +from the bench threw myself down and tried to get some sleep, for we +were to start, the Fans said, before dawn. Sleep impossible - +mosquitoes! lice!! - so at 12.40 I got up and slid aside my bark door. +I found Pagan asleep under his mosquito bar outside, across the doorway, +but managed to get past him without rousing him from his dreams of palaver +which he was still talking aloud, and reconnoitred the town. The +inhabitants seemed to have talked themselves quite out and were sleeping +heavily. I went down then to our canoe and found it safe, high +up among the Fan canoes on the stones, and then I slid a small Fan canoe +off, and taking a paddle from a cluster stuck in the sand, paddled out +on to the dark lake.</p> +<p>It was a wonderfully lovely quiet night with no light save that from +the stars. One immense planet shone pre-eminent in the purple +sky, throwing a golden path down on to the still waters. Quantities +of big fish sprung out of the water, their glistening silver-white scales +flashing so that they look like slashing swords. Some bird was +making a long, low boom-booming sound away on the forest shore. +I paddled leisurely across the lake to the shore on the right, and seeing +crawling on the ground some large glow-worms, drove the canoe on to +the bank among some hippo grass, and got out to get them.</p> +<p>While engaged on this hunt I felt the earth quiver under my feet, +and heard a soft big soughing sound, and looking round saw I had dropped +in on a hippo banquet. I made out five of the immense brutes round +me, so I softly returned to the canoe and shoved off, stealing along +the bank, paddling under water, until I deemed it safe to run out across +the lake for my island. I reached the other end of it to that +on which the village is situated; and finding a miniature rocky bay +with a soft patch of sand and no hippo grass, the incidents of the Fan +hut suggested the advisability of a bath. Moreover, there was +no china collection in that hut, and it would be a long time before +I got another chance, so I go ashore again, and, carefully investigating +the neighbourhood to make certain there was no human habitation near, +I then indulged in a wash in peace. Drying one’s self on +one’s cummerbund is not pure joy, but it can be done when you +put your mind to it. While I was finishing my toilet I saw a strange +thing happen. Down through the forest on the lake bank opposite +came a violet ball the size of a small orange. When it reached +the sand beach it hovered along it to and fro close to the ground. +In a few minutes another ball of similarly coloured light came towards +it from behind one of the islets, and the two waver to and fro over +the beach, sometimes circling round each other. I made off towards +them in the canoe, thinking - as I still do - they were some brand new +kind of luminous insect. When I got on to their beach one of them +went off into the bushes and the other away over the water. I +followed in the canoe, for the water here is very deep, and, when I +almost thought I had got it, it went down into the water and I could +see it glowing as it sunk until it vanished in the depths. I made +my way back hastily, fearing my absence with the canoe might give rise, +if discovered, to trouble, and by 3.30 I was back in the hut safe, but +not so comfortable as I had been on the lake. A little before +five my men are stirring and I get my tea. I do not state my escapade +to them, but ask what those lights were. “Akom,” said +the Fan, and pointing to the shore of the lake where I had been during +the night they said, “they came there, it was an ‘Aku’” +- or devil bush. More than ever did I regret not having secured +one of those sort of two phenomena. What a joy a real devil, appropriately +put up in raw alcohol, would have been to my scientific friends!</p> +<p><i>Wednesday, July 24th</i>. - We get away about 5.30, the Fans coming +in a separate canoe. We call at the next island to M’fetta +to buy some more aguma. The inhabitants are very much interested +in my appearance, running along the stony beach as we paddle away, and +standing at the end of it until we are out of sight among the many islands +at the N.E. end of Lake Ncovi. The scenery is savage; there are +no terrific cliffs nor towering mountains to make it what one usually +calls wild or romantic, but there is a distinction about it which is +all its own. This N.E. end has beautiful sand beaches on the southern +side, in front of the forested bank, lying in smooth ribbons along the +level shore, and in scollops round the promontories where the hills +come down into the lake. The forest on these hills, or mountains +- for they are part of the Sierra del Cristal - is very dark in colour, +and the undergrowth seems scant. We presently come to a narrow +but deep channel into the lake coming from the eastward, which we go +up, winding our course with it into a valley between the hills. +After going up it a little way we find it completely fenced across with +stout stakes, a space being left open in the middle, broader than the +spaces between the other stakes; and over this is poised a spear with +a bush rope attached, and weighted at the top of the haft with a great +lump of rock. The whole affair is kept in position by a bush rope +so arranged just under the level of the water that anything passing +through the opening would bring the spear down. This was a trap +for hippo or manatee (Ngany ’imanga), and similar in structure +to those one sees set in the hippo grass near villages and plantations, +which serve the double purpose of defending the vegetable supply, and +adding to the meat supply of the inhabitants. We squeeze through +between the stakes so as not to let the trap off, and find our little +river leads us into another lake, much smaller than Ncovi. It +is studded with islands of fantastic shapes, all wooded with high trees +of an equal level, and with little or no undergrowth among them, so +their pale gray stems look like clusters of columns supporting a dark +green ceiling. The forest comes down steep hill sides to the water +edge in all directions; and a dark gloomy-looking herb grows up out +of black slime and water, in a bank or ribbon in front of it. +There is another channel out of this lake, still to the N.E. The +Fans say they think it goes into the big lake far far away, <i>i.e</i>., +Lake Ayzingo. From the look of the land, I think this river connecting +Ayzingo and Lake Ncovi wanders down this valley between the mountain +spurs of the Sierra del Cristal, expanding into one gloomy lake after +another. We run our canoe into a bank of the dank dark-coloured +water herb to the right, and disembark into a fitting introduction to +the sort of country we shall have to deal with before we see the Rembwé +- namely, up to our knees in black slime.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER VIII. FROM NCOVI TO ESOON.</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>Concerning the way in which the voyager goes from the island of +M’fetta to no one knows exactly where, in doubtful and bad company, +and of what this led to and giving also some accounts of the Great Forest +and of those people that live therein.</i></p> +<p>I will not bore you with my diary in detail regarding our land journey, +because the water-washed little volume attributive to this period is +mainly full of reports of law cases, for reasons hereinafter to be stated; +and at night, when passing through this bit of country, I was usually +too tired to do anything more than make an entry such as: “5 S., +4 R. A., N.E Ebony. T. 1-50, etc., etc.” - entries that require +amplification to explain their significance, and I will proceed to explain.</p> +<p>Our first day’s march was a very long one. Path in the +ordinary acceptance of the term there was none. Hour after hour, +mile after mile, we passed on, in the under-gloom of the great forest. +The pace made by the Fans, who are infinitely the most rapid Africans +I have ever come across, severely tired the Ajumba, who are canoe men, +and who had been as fresh as paint, after their exceedingly long day’s +paddling from Arevooma to M’fetta. Ngouta, the Igalwa interpreter, +felt pumped, and said as much, very early in the day. I regretted +very much having brought him; for, from a mixture of nervous exhaustion +arising from our M’fetta experiences, and a touch of chill he +had almost entirely lost his voice, and I feared would fall sick. +The Fans were evidently quite at home in the forest, and strode on over +fallen trees and rocks with an easy, graceful stride. What saved +us weaklings was the Fans’ appetites; every two hours they sat +down, and had a snack of a pound or so of meat and aguma apiece, followed +by a pipe of tobacco. We used to come up with them at these halts. +Ngouta and the Ajumba used to sit down, and rest with them, and I also, +for a few minutes, for a rest and chat, and then I would go on alone, +thus getting a good start. I got a good start, in the other meaning +of the word, on the afternoon of the first day when descending into +a ravine.</p> +<p>I saw in the bottom, wading and rolling in the mud, a herd of five +elephants. I remembered, hastily, that your one chance when charged +by several elephants is to dodge them round trees, working down wind +all the time, until they lose smell and sight of you, then to lie quiet +for a time, and go home. It was evident from the utter unconcern +of these monsters that I was down wind now, so I had only to attend +to dodging, and I promptly dodged round a tree, and lay down. +Seeing they still displayed no emotion on my account, and fascinated +by the novelty of the scene, I crept forward from one tree to another, +until I was close enough to have hit the nearest one with a stone, and +spats of mud, which they sent flying with their stamping and wallowing +came flap, flap among the bushes covering me.</p> +<p>One big fellow had a nice pair of 40 lb. or so tusks on him, singularly +straight, and another had one big curved tusk and one broken one. +Some of them lay right down like pigs in the deeper part of the swamp, +some drew up trunkfuls of water and syringed themselves and each other, +and every one of them indulged in a good rub against a tree. Presently +when they had had enough of it they all strolled off up wind, through +the bush in Indian file, now and then breaking off a branch, but leaving +singularly little dead water for their tonnage and breadth of beam. +When they had gone I rose up, turned round to find the men, and trod +on Kiva’s back then and there, full and fair, and fell sideways +down the steep hillside until I fetched up among some roots.</p> +<p>It seems Kiva had come on, after his meal, before the others, and +seeing the elephants, and being a born hunter, had crawled like me down +to look at them. He had not expected to find me there, he said. +I do not believe he gave a thought of any sort to me in the presence +of these fascinating creatures, and so he got himself trodden on. +I suggested to him we should pile the baggage, and go and have an elephant +hunt. He shook his head reluctantly, saying “Kor, kor,” +like a depressed rook, and explained we were not strong enough; there +were only three Fans - the Ajumba, and Ngouta did not count - and moreover +that we had not brought sufficient ammunition owing to the baggage having +to be carried, and the ammunition that we had must be saved for other +game than elephant, for we might meet war before we met the Rembwé +River.</p> +<p>We had by now joined the rest of the party, and were all soon squattering +about on our own account in the elephant bath. It was shocking +bad going - like a ploughed field exaggerated by a terrific nightmare. +It pretty nearly pulled all the legs off me, and to this hour I cannot +tell you if it is best to put your foot into a footmark - a young pond, +I mean - about the size of the bottom of a Madeira work arm-chair, or +whether you should poise yourself on the rim of the same, and stride +forward to its other bank boldly and hopefully. The footmarks +and the places where the elephants had been rolling were by now filled +with water, and the mud underneath was in places hard and slippery. +In spite of my determination to preserve an awesome and unmoved calm +while among these dangerous savages, I had to give way and laugh explosively; +to see the portly, powerful Pagan suddenly convert himself into a quadruped, +while Gray Shirt poised himself on one heel and waved his other leg +in the air to advertise to the assembled nations that he was about to +sit down, was irresistible. No one made such palaver about taking +a seat as Gray Shirt; I did it repeatedly without any fuss to speak +of. That lordly elephant-hunter, the Great Wiki, would, I fancy, +have strode over safely and with dignity, but the man who was in front +of him spun round on his own axis and flung his arms round the Fan, +and they went to earth together; the heavy load on Wiki’s back +drove them into the mud like a pile-driver. However we got through +in time, and after I had got up the other side of the ravine I saw the +Fan let the Ajumba go on, and were busy searching themselves for something.</p> +<p>I followed the Ajumba, and before I joined them felt a fearful pricking +irritation. Investigation of the affected part showed a tick of +terrific size with its head embedded in the flesh; pursuing this interesting +subject, I found three more, and had awfully hard work to get them off +and painful too for they give one not only a feeling of irritation at +their holding-on place, but a streak of rheumatic-feeling pain up from +it. On completing operations I went on and came upon the Ajumba +in a state more approved of by Praxiteles than by the general public +nowadays. They had found out about elephant ticks, so I went on +and got an excellent start for the next stage.</p> +<p>By this time, shortly after noon on the first day, we had struck +into a mountainous and rocky country, and also struck a track - a track +you had to keep your eye on or you lost it in a minute, but still a +guide as to direction.</p> +<p>The forest trees here were mainly ebony and great hard wood trees, +<a name="citation200"></a><a href="#footnote200">{200}</a> with no palms +save my old enemy the climbing palm, <i>calamus</i>, as usual, going +on its long excursions, up one tree and down another, bursting into +a plume of fronds, and in the middle of each plume one long spike sticking +straight up, which was an unopened frond, whenever it got a gleam of +sunshine; running along the ground over anything it meets, rock or fallen +timber, all alike, its long, dark-coloured, rope-like stem simply furred +with thorns. Immense must be the length of some of these climbing +palms. One tree I noticed that day that had hanging from its summit, +a good one hundred and fifty feet above us, a long straight ropelike +palm stem.</p> +<p>The character of the whole forest was very interesting. Sometimes +for hours we passed among thousands upon thousands of gray-white columns +of uniform height (about 100-150 feet); at the top of these the boughs +branched out and interlaced among each other, forming a canopy or ceiling, +which dimmed the light even of the equatorial sun to such an extent +that no undergrowth could thrive in the gloom. The statement of +the struggle for existence was published here in plain figures, but +it was not, as in our climate, a struggle against climate mainly, but +an internecine war from over population. Now and again we passed +among vast stems of buttressed trees, sometimes enormous in girth; and +from their far-away summits hung great bush-ropes, some as straight +as plumb lines, others coiled round, and intertwined among each other, +until one could fancy one was looking on some mighty battle between +armies of gigantic serpents, that had been arrested at its height by +some magic spell. All these bush-ropes were as bare of foliage +as a ship’s wire rigging, but a good many had thorns. I +was very curious as to how they got up straight, and investigation showed +me that many of them were carried up with a growing tree. The +only true climbers were the <i>calamus</i> and the rubber vine (<i>Landolphia</i>), +both of which employ hook tackle.</p> +<p>Some stretches of this forest were made up of thin, spindly stemmed +trees of great height, and among these stretches I always noticed the +ruins of some forest giant, whose death by lightning or by his superior +height having given the demoniac tornado wind an extra grip on him, +had allowed sunlight to penetrate the lower regions of the forest; and +then evidently the seedlings and saplings, who had for years been living +a half-starved life for light, shot up. They seemed to know that +their one chance lay in getting with the greatest rapidity to the level +of the top of the forest. No time to grow fat in the stem. +No time to send out side branches, or any of those vanities. Up, +up to the light level, and he among them who reached it first won in +this game of life or death; for when he gets there he spreads out his +crown of upper branches, and shuts off the life-giving sunshine from +his competitors, who pale off and die, or remain dragging on an attenuated +existence waiting for another chance, and waiting sometimes for centuries. +There must be tens of thousands of seeds which perish before they get +their chance; but the way the seeds of the hard wood African trees are +packed, as it were in cases specially made durable, is very wonderful. +Indeed the ways of Providence here are wonderful in their strange dual +intention to preserve and to destroy; but on the whole, as Peer Gynt +truly observes, <i>“Ein guter Wirth - nein das ist er nicht.”</i></p> +<p>We saw this influence of light on a large scale as soon as we reached +the open hills and mountains of the Sierra del Cristal, and had to pass +over those fearful avalanche-like timber falls on their steep sides. +The worst of these lay between Efoua and Egaja, where we struck a part +of the range that was exposed to the south-east. These falls had +evidently arisen from the tornados, which from time to time have hurled +down the gigantic trees whose hold on the superficial soil over the +sheets of hard bed rock was insufficient, in spite of all the anchors +they had out in the shape of roots and buttresses, and all their rigging +in the shape of bush ropes. Down they had come, crushing and dragging +down with them those near them or bound to them by the great tough climbers.</p> +<p>Getting over these falls was perilous, not to say scratchy work. +One or another member of our party always went through; and precious +uncomfortable going it was, I found, when I tried it in one above Egaja; +ten or twelve feet of crashing creaking timber, and then flump on to +a lot of rotten, wet <i>débris</i>, with more snakes and centipedes +among it than you had any immediate use for, even though you were a +collector; but there you had to stay, while Wiki, who was a most critical +connoisseur, selected from the surrounding forest a bush-rope that he +regarded as the correct remedy for the case, and then up you were hauled, +through the sticks you had turned the wrong way on your down journey.</p> +<p>The Duke had a bad fall, going twenty feet or so before he found +the rubbish heap; while Fika, who went through with a heavy load on +his back, took us, on one occasion, half an hour to recover; and when +we had just got him to the top, and able to cling on to the upper sticks, +Wiki, who had been superintending operations, slipped backwards, and +went through on his own account. The bush-rope we had been hauling +on was too worn with the load to use again, and we just hauled Wiki +out with the first one we could drag down and cut; and Wiki, when he +came up, said we were reckless, and knew nothing of bush ropes, which +shows how ungrateful an African can be. It makes the perspiration +run down my nose whenever I think of it. The sun was out that +day; we were neatly situated on the Equator, and the air was semisolid, +with the stinking exhalations from the swamps with which the mountain +chain is fringed and intersected; and we were hot enough without these +things, because of the violent exertion of getting these twelve to thirteen-stone +gentlemen up among us again, and the fine varied exercise of getting +over the fall on our own account.</p> +<p>When we got into the cool forest beyond it was delightful; particularly +if it happened to be one of those lovely stretches of forest, gloomy +down below, but giving hints that far away above us was a world of bloom +and scent and beauty which we saw as much of as earth-worms in a flower-bed. +Here and there the ground was strewn with great cast blossoms, thick, +wax-like, glorious cups of orange and crimson and pure white, each one +of which was in itself a handful, and which told us that some of the +trees around us were showing a glory of colour to heaven alone. +Sprinkled among them were bunches of pure stephanotis-like flowers, +which said that the gaunt bush-ropes were rubber vines that had burst +into flower when they had seen the sun. These flowers we came +across in nearly every type of forest all the way, for rubber abounds +here.</p> +<p>I will weary you no longer now with the different kinds of forest +and only tell you I have let you off several. The natives have +separate names for seven different kinds, and these might, I think, +be easily run up to nine.</p> +<p>A certain sort of friendship soon arose between the Fans and me. +We each recognised that we belonged to that same section of the human +race with whom it is better to drink than to fight. We knew we +would each have killed the other, if sufficient inducement were offered, +and so we took a certain amount of care that the inducement should not +arise. Gray Shirt and Pagan also, their trade friends, the Fans +treated with an independent sort of courtesy; but Silence, Singlet, +the Passenger, and above all Ngouta, they openly did not care a row +of pins for, and I have small doubt that had it not been for us other +three they would have killed and eaten these very amiable gentlemen +with as much compunction as an English sportsman would kill as many +rabbits. They on their part hated the Fan, and never lost an opportunity +of telling me “these Fan be bad man too much.” I must +not forget to mention the other member of our party, a Fan gentleman +with the manners of a duke and the habits of a dustbin. He came +with us, quite uninvited by me, and never asked for any pay; I think +he only wanted to see the fun, and drop in for a fight if there was +one going on, and to pick up the pieces generally. He was evidently +a man of some importance from the way the others treated him; and moreover +he had a splendid gun, with a gorilla skin sheath for its lock, and +ornamented all over its stock with brass nails. His costume consisted +of a small piece of dirty rag round his loins; and whenever we were +going through dense undergrowth, or wading a swamp, he wore that filament +tucked up scandalously short. Whenever we were sitting down in +the forest having one of our nondescript meals, he always sat next to +me and appropriated the tin. Then he would fill his pipe, and +turning to me with the easy grace of aristocracy, would say what may +be translated as “My dear Princess, could you favour me with a +lucifer?”</p> +<p>I used to say, “My dear Duke, charmed, I’m sure,” +and give him one ready lit.</p> +<p>I dared not trust him with the box whole, having a personal conviction +that he would have kept it. I asked him what he would do suppose +I was not there with a box of lucifers; and he produced a bush-cow’s +horn with a neat wood lid tied on with tie tie, and from out of it he +produced a flint and steel and demonstrated.</p> +<p>The first day in the forest we came across a snake <a name="citation205"></a><a href="#footnote205">{205}</a> +- a beauty with a new red-brown and yellow-patterned velvety skin, about +three feet six inches long and as thick as a man’s thigh. +Ngouta met it, hanging from a bough, and shot backwards like a lobster, +Ngouta having among his many weaknesses a rooted horror of snakes. +This snake the Ogowé natives all hold in great aversion. +For the bite of other sorts of snakes they profess to have remedies, +but for this they have none. If, however, a native is stung by +one he usually conceals the fact that it was this particular kind, and +tries to get any chance the native doctor’s medicine may give. +The Duke stepped forward and with one blow flattened its head against +the tree with his gun butt, and then folded the snake up and got as +much of it as possible into his bag, while the rest hung dangling out. +Ngouta, not being able to keep ahead of the Duke, his Grace’s +pace being stiff, went to the extreme rear of the party, so that other +people might be killed first if the snake returned to life, as he surmised +it would. He fell into other dangers from this caution, but I +cannot chronicle Ngouta’s afflictions in full without running +this book into an old fashioned folio size. We had the snake for +supper, that is to say the Fan and I; the others would not touch it, +although a good snake, properly cooked, is one of the best meats one +gets out here, far and away better than the African fowl.</p> +<p>The Fans also did their best to educate me in every way: they told +me their names for things, while I told them mine. I found several +European words already slightly altered in use among them, such as “Amuck” +- a mug, “Alas” - a glass, a tumbler. I do not know +whether their “Ami” - a person addressed, or spoken of - +is French or not. It may come from “Anwe” - M’pongwe +for “Ye,” “You.” They use it as a rule +in addressing a person after the phrase they always open up conversation +with, “Azuna” - Listen, or I am speaking.</p> +<p>They also showed me many things: how to light a fire from the pith +of a certain tree, which was useful to me in after life, but they rather +overdid this branch of instruction one way and another; for example, +Wiki had, as above indicated, a mania for bush-ropes and a marvellous +eye and knowledge of them; he would pick out from among the thousands +surrounding us now one of such peculiar suppleness that you could wind +it round anything, like a strip of cloth, and as strong withal as a +hawser; or again another which has a certain stiffness, combined with +a slight elastic spring, excellent for hauling, with the ease and accuracy +of a lady who picks out the particular twisted strand of embroidery +silk from a multi-coloured tangled ball. He would go into the +bush after them while other people were resting, and particularly after +the sort which, when split, is bright yellow, and very supple and excellent +to tie round loads.</p> +<p>On one occasion, between Egaja and Esoon, he came back from one of +these quests and wanted me to come and see something, very quietly; +I went, and we crept down into a rocky ravine, on the other side of +which lay one of the outermost Egaja plantations. When we got +to the edge of the cleared ground, we lay down, and wormed our way, +with elaborate caution, among a patch of Koko; Wiki first, I following +in his trail.</p> +<p>After about fifty yards of this, Wiki sank flat, and I saw before +me some thirty yards off, busily employed in pulling down plantains, +and other depredations, five gorillas: one old male, one young male, +and three females. One of these had clinging to her a young fellow, +with beautiful wavy black hair with just a kink in it. The big +male was crouching on his haunches, with his long arms hanging down +on either side, with the backs of his hands on the ground, the palms +upwards. The elder lady was tearing to pieces and eating a pine-apple, +while the others were at the plantains destroying more than they ate.</p> +<p>They kept up a sort of a whinnying, chattering noise, quite different +from the sound I have heard gorillas give when enraged, or from the +one you can hear them giving when they are what the natives call “dancing” +at night. I noticed that their reach of arm was immense, and that +when they went from one tree to another, they squattered across the +open ground in a most inelegant style, dragging their long arms with +the knuckles downwards. I should think the big male and female +were over six feet each. The others would be from four to five. +I put out my hand and laid it on Wiki’s gun to prevent him from +firing, and he, thinking I was going to fire, gripped my wrist.</p> +<p>I watched the gorillas with great interest for a few seconds, until +I heard Wiki make a peculiar small sound, and looking at him saw his +face was working in an awful way as he clutched his throat with his +hand violently.</p> +<p>Heavens! think I, this gentleman’s going to have a fit; it’s +lost we are entirely this time. He rolled his head to and fro, +and then buried his face into a heap of dried rubbish at the foot of +a plantain stem, clasped his hands over it, and gave an explosive sneeze. +The gorillas let go all, raised themselves up for a second, gave a quaint +sound between a bark and a howl, and then the ladies and the young gentleman +started home. The old male rose to his full height (it struck +me at the time this was a matter of ten feet at least, but for scientific +purposes allowance must be made for a lady’s emotions) and looked +straight towards us, or rather towards where that sound came from. +Wiki went off into a paroxysm of falsetto sneezes the like of which +I have never heard; nor evidently had the gorilla, who doubtless thinking, +as one of his black co-relatives would have thought, that the phenomenon +favoured Duppy, went off after his family with a celerity that was amazing +the moment he touched the forest, and disappeared as they had, swinging +himself along through it from bough to bough, in a way that convinced +me that, given the necessity of getting about in tropical forests, man +has made a mistake in getting his arms shortened. I have seen +many wild animals in their native wilds, but never have I seen anything +to equal gorillas going through bush; it is a graceful, powerful, superbly +perfect hand-trapeze performance. <a name="citation208"></a><a href="#footnote208">{208}</a></p> +<p>After this sporting adventure, we returned, as I usually return from +a sporting adventure, without measurements or the body.</p> +<p>Our first day’s march, though the longest, was the easiest, +though, providentially I did not know this at the time. From my +Woermann road walks I judge it was well twenty-five miles. It +was easiest however, from its lying for the greater part of the way +through the gloomy type of forest. All day long we never saw the +sky once.</p> +<p>The earlier part of the day we were steadily going up hill, here +and there making a small descent, and then up again, until we came on +to what was apparently a long ridge, for on either side of us we could +look down into deep, dark, ravine-like valleys. Twice or thrice +we descended into these to cross them, finding at their bottom a small +or large swamp with a river running through its midst. Those rivers +all went to Lake Ayzingo.</p> +<p>We had to hurry because Kiva, who was the only one among us who had +been to Efoua, said that unless we did we should not reach Efoua that +night. I said, “Why not stay for bush?” not having +contracted any love for a night in a Fan town by the experience of M’fetta; +moreover the Fans were not sure that after all the whole party of us +might not spend the evening at Efoua, when we did get there, simmering +in its cooking-pots.</p> +<p>Ngouta, I may remark, had no doubt on the subject at all, and regretted +having left Mrs. N. keenly, and the Andande store sincerely. But +these Fans are a fine sporting tribe, and allowed they would risk it; +besides, they were almost certain they had friends at Efoua; and, in +addition, they showed me trees scratched in a way that was magnification +of the condition of my own cat’s pet table leg at home, demonstrating +leopards in the vicinity. I kept going, as it was my only chance, +because I found I stiffened if I sat down, and they always carefully +told me the direction to go in when they sat down; with their superior +pace they soon caught me up, and then passed me, leaving me and Ngouta +and sometimes Singlet and Pagan behind, we, in our turn, overtaking +them, with this difference that they were sitting down when we did so.</p> +<p>About five o’clock I was off ahead and noticed a path which +I had been told I should meet with, and, when met with, I must follow. +The path was slightly indistinct, but by keeping my eye on it I could +see it. Presently I came to a place where it went out, but appeared +again on the other side of a clump of underbush fairly distinctly. +I made a short cut for it and the next news was I was in a heap, on +a lot of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the +bottom of a bag-shaped game pit.</p> +<p>It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. +Had I paid heed to the advice of many people in England, who ought to +have known better, and did not do it themselves, and adopted masculine +garments, I should have been spiked to the bone, and done for. +Whereas, save for a good many bruises, here I was with the fulness of +my skirt tucked under me, sitting on nine ebony spikes some twelve inches +long, in comparative comfort, howling lustily to be hauled out. +The Duke came along first, and looked down at me. I said, “Get +a bush-rope, and haul me out.” He grunted and sat down on +a log. The Passenger came next, and he looked down. “You +kill?” says he. “Not much,” say I; “get +a bush-rope and haul me out.” “No fit,” says +he, and sat down on the log. Presently, however, Kiva and Wiki +came up, and Wiki went and selected the one and only bush-rope suitable +to haul an English lady, of my exact complexion, age, and size, out +of that one particular pit. They seemed rare round there from +the time he took; and I was just casting about in my mind as to what +method would be best to employ in getting up the smooth, yellow, sandy-clay, +incurved walls, when he arrived with it, and I was out in a twinkling, +and very much ashamed of myself, until Silence, who was then leading, +disappeared through the path before us with a despairing yell. +Each man then pulled the skin cover off his gun lock, carefully looked +to see if things there were all right and ready loosened his knife in +its snake-skin sheath; and then we set about hauling poor Silence out, +binding him up where necessary with cool green leaves; for he, not having +a skirt, had got a good deal frayed at the edges on those spikes. +Then we closed up, for the Fans said these pits were symptomatic of +the immediate neighbourhood of Efoua. We sounded our ground, as +we went into a thick plantain patch, through which we could see a great +clearing in the forest, and the low huts of a big town. We charged +into it, going right through the guard-house gateway, at one end, in +single file, as its narrowness obliged us, and into the street-shaped +town, and formed ourselves into as imposing a looking party as possible +in the centre of the street. The Efouerians regarded us with much +amazement, and the women and children cleared off into the huts, and +took stock of us through the door-holes. There were but few men +in the town, the majority, we subsequently learnt, being away after +elephants. But there were quite sufficient left to make a crowd +in a ring round us. Fortunately Wiki and Kiva’s friends +were present, and as a result of the confabulation, one of the chiefs +had his house cleared out for me. It consisted of two apartments +almost bare of everything save a pile of boxes, and a small fire on +the floor, some little bags hanging from the roof poles, and a general +supply of insects. The inner room contained nothing save a hard +plank, raised on four short pegs from the earth floor.</p> +<p>I shook hands with and thanked the chief, and directed that all the +loads should be placed inside the huts. I must admit my good friend +was a villainous-looking savage, but he behaved most hospitably and +kindly. From what I had heard of the Fan, I deemed it advisable +not to make any present to him at once, but to base my claim on him +on the right of an amicable stranger to hospitality. When I had +seen all the baggage stowed I went outside and sat at the doorway on +a rather rickety mushroom-shaped stool in the cool evening air, waiting +for my tea which I wanted bitterly. Pagan came up as usual for +tobacco to buy chop with; and after giving it to him, I and the two +chiefs, with Gray Shirt acting as interpreter, had a long chat. +Of course the first question was, Why was I there?</p> +<p>I told them I was on my way to the factory of H. and C. on the Rembwé. +They said they had heard of “Ugumu,” <i>i.e</i>., Messrs +Hatton and Cookson, but they did not trade direct with them, passing +their trade into towns nearer to the Rembwé, which were swindling +bad towns, they said; and they got the idea stuck in their heads that +I was a trader, a sort of bagman for the firm, and Gray Shirt could +not get this idea out, so off one of their majesties went and returned +with twenty-five balls of rubber, which I bought to promote good feeling, +subsequently dashing them to Wiki, who passed them in at Ndorko when +we got there. I also bought some elephant-hair necklaces from +one of the chiefs’ wives, by exchanging my red silk tie with her +for them, and one or two other things. I saw fish-hooks would +not be of much value because Efoua was not near a big water of any sort; +so I held fish-hooks and traded handkerchiefs and knives.</p> +<p>One old chief was exceedingly keen to do business, and I bought a +meat spoon, a plantain spoon, and a gravy spoon off him; and then he +brought me a lot of rubbish I did not want, and I said so, and announced +I had finished trade for that night. However the old gentleman +was not to be put off, and after an unsuccessful attempt to sell me +his cooking-pots, which were roughly made out of clay, he made energetic +signs to me that if I would wait he had got something that he would +dispose of which Gray Shirt said was “good too much.” +Off he went across the street, and disappeared into his hut, where he +evidently had a thorough hunt for the precious article. One box +after another was brought out to the light of a bush torch held by one +of his wives, and there was a great confabulation between him and his +family of the “I’m sure you had it last,” “You +must have moved it,” “Never touched the thing,” sort. +At last it was found, and he brought it across the street to me most +carefully. It was a bundle of bark cloth tied round something +most carefully with tie tie. This being removed, disclosed a layer +of rag, which was unwound from round a central article. Whatever +can this be? thinks I; some rare and valuable object doubtless, let’s +hope connected with Fetish worship, and I anxiously watched its unpacking; +in the end, however, it disclosed, to my disgust and rage, an old shilling +razor. The way the old chief held it out, and the amount of dollars +he asked for it, was enough to make any one believe that I was in such +urgent need of the thing, that I was at his mercy regarding price. +I waved it off with a haughty scorn, and then feeling smitten by the +expression of agonised bewilderment on his face, I dashed him a belt +that delighted him, and went inside and had tea to soothe my outraged +feelings.</p> +<p>The chiefs made furious raids on the mob of spectators who pressed +round the door, and stood with their eyes glued to every crack in the +bark of which the hut was made. The next door neighbours on either +side might have amassed a comfortable competence for their old age, +by letting out seats for the circus. Every hole in the side walls +had a human eye in it, and I heard new holes being bored in all directions; +so I deeply fear the chief, my host, must have found his palace sadly +draughty. I felt perfectly safe and content, however, although +Ngouta suggested the charming idea that “P’r’aps them +M’fetta Fan done sell we.” As soon as all my men had +come in, and established themselves in the inner room for the night, +I curled up among the boxes, with my head on the tobacco sack, and dozed.</p> +<p>After about half an hour I heard a row in the street, and looking +out, - for I recognised his grace’s voice taking a solo part followed +by choruses, - I found him in legal difficulties about a murder case. +An <i>alibi</i> was proved for the time being; that is to say the prosecution +could not bring up witnesses because of the elephant hunt; and I went +in for another doze, and the town at last grew quiet. Waking up +again I noticed the smell in the hut was violent, from being shut up +I suppose, and it had an unmistakably organic origin. Knocking +the ash end off the smouldering bush-light that lay burning on the floor, +I investigated, and tracked it to those bags, so I took down the biggest +one, and carefully noted exactly how the tie-tie had been put round +its mouth; for these things are important and often mean a lot. +I then shook its contents out in my hat, for fear of losing anything +of value. They were a human hand, three big toes, four eyes, two +ears, and other portions of the human frame. The hand was fresh, +the others only so so, and shrivelled.</p> +<p>Replacing them I tied the bag up, and hung it up again. I subsequently +learnt that although the Fans will eat their fellow friendly tribesfolk, +yet they like to keep a little something belonging to them as a memento. +This touching trait in their character I learnt from Wiki; and, though +it’s to their credit, under the circumstances, still it’s +an unpleasant practice when they hang the remains in the bedroom you +occupy, particularly if the bereavement in your host’s family +has been recent. I did not venture to prowl round Efoua; but slid +the bark door aside and looked out to get a breath of fresh air.</p> +<p>It was a perfect night, and no mosquitoes. The town, walled +in on every side by the great cliff of high black forest, looked very +wild as it showed in the starlight, its low, savage-built bark huts, +in two hard rows, closed at either end by a guard-house. In both +guard-houses there was a fire burning, and in their flickering glow +showed the forms of sleeping men. Nothing was moving save the +goats, which are always brought into the special house for them in the +middle of the town, to keep them from the leopards, which roam from +dusk to dawn.</p> +<p>Dawn found us stirring, I getting my tea, and the rest of the party +their chop, and binding up anew the loads with Wiki’s fresh supple +bush-ropes. Kiva amused me much; during our march his costume +was exceeding scant, but when we reached the towns he took from his +bag garments, and attired himself so resplendently that I feared the +charm of his appearance would lead me into one of those dreadful wife +palavers which experience had taught me of old to dread; and in the +morning time he always devoted some time to repacking. I gave +a big dash to both chiefs, and they came out with us, most civilly, +to the end of their first plantations; and then we took farewell of +each other, with many expressions of hope on both sides that we should +meet again, and many warnings from them about the dissolute and depraved +character of the other towns we should pass through before we reached +the Rembwé.</p> +<p>Our second day’s march was infinitely worse than the first, +for it lay along a series of abruptly shaped hills with deep ravines +between them; each ravine had its swamp and each swamp its river. +This bit of country must be absolutely impassable for any human being, +black or white, except during the dry season. There were representatives +of the three chief forms of the West African bog. The large deep +swamps were best to deal with, because they make a break in the forest, +and the sun can come down on their surface and bake a crust, over which +you can go, if you go quickly. From experience in Devonian bogs, +I knew pace was our best chance, and I fancy I earned one of my nicknames +among the Fans on these. The Fans went across all right with a +rapid striding glide, but the other men erred from excess of caution, +and while hesitating as to where was the next safe place to plant their +feet, the place that they were standing on went in with a glug. +Moreover, they would keep together, which was more than the crust would +stand. The portly Pagan and the Passenger gave us a fine job in +one bog, by sinking in close together. Some of us slashed off +boughs of trees and tore off handfuls of hard canna leaves, while others +threw them round the sinking victims to form a sort of raft, and then +with the aid of bush-rope, of course, they were hauled out.</p> +<p>The worst sort of swamp, and the most frequent hereabouts, is the +deep narrow one that has no crust on, because it is too much shaded +by the forest. The slopes of the ravines too are usually covered +with an undergrowth of shenja, beautiful beyond description, but right +bad to go through. I soon learnt to dread seeing the man in front +going down hill, or to find myself doing so, for it meant that within +the next half hour we should be battling through a patch of shenja. +I believe there are few effects that can compare with the beauty of +them, with the golden sunlight coming down through the upper forest’s +branches on to their exquisitely shaped, hard, dark green leaves, making +them look as if they were sprinkled with golden sequins. Their +long green stalks, which support the leaves and bear little bunches +of crimson berries, take every graceful curve imaginable, and the whole +affair is free from insects; and when you have said this, you have said +all there is to say in favour of shenja, for those long green stalks +of theirs are as tough as twisted wire, and the graceful curves go to +the making of a net, which rises round you shoulder high, and the hard +green leaves when lying on the ground are fearfully slippery. +It is not nice going down through them, particularly when Nature is +so arranged that the edge of the bank you are descending is a rock-wall +ten or twelve feet high with a swamp of unknown depth at its foot; this +arrangement was very frequent on the second and third day’s marches, +and into these swamps the shenja seemed to want to send you head first +and get you suffocated. It is still less pleasant, however, going +up the other side of the ravine when you have got through your swamp. +You have to fight your way upwards among rough rocks, through this hard +tough network of stems; and it took it out of all of us except the Fans.</p> +<p>These narrow shaded swamps gave us a world of trouble and took up +a good deal of time. Sometimes the leader of the party would make +three or four attempts before he found a ford, going on until the black, +batterlike ooze came up round his neck, and then turning back and trying +in another place; while the rest of the party sat upon the bank until +the ford was found, feeling it was unnecessary to throw away human life, +and that the more men there were paddling about in that swamp, the more +chance there was that a hole in the bottom of it would be found; and +when a hole is found, the discoverer is liable to leave his bones in +it. If I happened to be in front, the duty of finding the ford +fell on me; for none of us after leaving Efoua knew the swamps personally. +I was too frightened of the Fan, and too nervous and uncertain of the +stuff my other men were made of, to dare show the white feather at anything +that turned up. The Fan took my conduct as a matter of course, +never having travelled with white men before, or learnt the way some +of them require carrying over swamps and rivers and so on. I dare +say I might have taken things easier, but I was like the immortal Schmelzle, +during that omnibus journey he made on his way to Flætz in the +thunder-storm - afraid to be afraid. I am very certain I should +have fared very differently had I entered a region occupied by a powerful +and ferocious tribe like the Fan, from some districts on the West Coast, +where the inhabitants are used to find the white man incapable of personal +exertion, requiring to be carried in a hammock, or wheeled in a go-cart +or a Bath-chair about the streets of their coast towns, depending for +the defence of their settlement on a body of black soldiers. This +is not so in Congo Français, and I had behind me the prestige +of a set of white men to whom for the native to say, “You shall +not do such and such a thing;” “You shall not go to such +and such a place,” would mean that those things would be done. +I soon found the name of Hatton and Cookson’s agent-general for +this district, Mr. Hudson, was one to conjure with among the trading +tribes; and the Ajumba, moreover, although their knowledge of white +men had been small, yet those they had been accustomed to see were fine +specimens. Mr. Fildes, Mr. Cockshut, M. Jacot, Dr. Pélessier, +Père Lejeune, M. Gacon, Mr. Whittaker, and that vivacious French +official, were not men any man, black or white, would willingly ruffle; +and in addition there was the memory among the black traders of “that +white man MacTaggart,” whom an enterprising trading tribe near +Fernan Vaz had had the hardihood to tackle, shooting him, and then towing +him behind a canoe and slashing him all over with their knives the while; +yet he survived, and tackled them again in a way that must almost pathetically +have astonished those simple savages, after the real good work they +had put in to the killing of him. Of course it was hard to live +up to these ideals, and I do not pretend to have succeeded, or rather +that I should have succeeded had the real strain been put on me.</p> +<p>But to return to that gorilla-land forest. All the rivers we +crossed on the first, second, and third day I was told went into one +or other of the branches of the Ogowé, showing that the long +slope of land between the Ogowé and the Rembwé is towards +the Ogowé. The stone of which the mountains were composed +was that same hard black rock that I had found on the Sierra del Cristal, +by the Ogowé rapids; only hereabouts there was not amongst it +those great masses of white quartz, which are so prominent a feature +from Talagouga upwards in the Ogowé valley; neither were the +mountains anything like so high, but they had the same abruptness of +shape. They look like very old parts of the same range worn down +to stumps by the disintegrating forces of the torrential rain and sun, +and the dense forest growing on them. Frost of course they had +not been subject to, but rocks, I noticed, were often being somewhat +similarly split by rootlets having got into some tiny crevice, and by +gradual growth enlarged it to a crack.</p> +<p>Of our troubles among the timber falls on these mountains I have +already spoken; and these were at their worst between Efoua and Egaja. +I had suffered a good deal from thirst that day, unboiled water being +my ibet and we were all very nearly tired out with the athletic sports +since leaving Efoua. One thing only we knew about Egaja for sure, +and that was that not one of us had a friend there, and that it was +a town of extra evil repute, so we were not feeling very cheerful when +towards evening time we struck its outermost plantations, their immediate +vicinity being announced to us by Silence treading full and fair on +to a sharp ebony spike driven into the narrow path and hurting himself. +Fortunately, after we passed this first plantation, we came upon a camp +of rubber collectors - four young men; I got one of them to carry Silence’s +load and show us the way into the town, when on we went into more plantations.</p> +<p>There is nothing more tiresome than finding your path going into +a plantation, because it fades out in the cleared ground, or starts +playing games with a lot of other little paths that are running about +amongst the crops, and no West African path goes straight into a stream +or a plantation, and straight out the other side, so you have a nice +time picking it up again.</p> +<p>We were spared a good deal of fine varied walking by our new friend +the rubber collector; for I noticed he led us out by a path nearly at +right angles to the one by which we had entered. He then pitched +into a pit which was half full of thorns, and which he observed he did +not know was there, demonstrating that an African guide can speak the +truth. When he had got out, he handed back Silence’s load +and got a dash of tobacco for his help; he left us to devote the rest +of his evening by his forest fire to unthorning himself, while we proceeded +to wade a swift, deepish river that crossed the path he told us led +into Egaja, and then went across another bit of forest and downhill +again. “Oh, bless those swamps!” thought I, “here’s +another,” but no - not this time. Across the bottom of the +steep ravine, from one side to another, lay an enormous tree as a bridge, +about fifteen feet above a river, which rushed beneath it, over a boulder-encumbered +bed. I took in the situation at a glance, and then and there I +would have changed that bridge for any swamp I have ever seen, yea, +even for a certain bush-rope bridge in which I once wound myself up +like a buzzing fly in a spider’s web. I was fearfully tired, +and my legs shivered under me after the falls and emotions of the previous +part of the day, and my boots were slippery with water soaking.</p> +<p>The Fans went into the river, and half swam, half waded across. +All the Ajumba, save Pagan, followed, and Ngouta got across with their +assistance. Pagan thought he would try the bridge, and I thought +I would watch how the thing worked. He got about three yards along +it and then slipped, but caught the tree with his hands as he fell, +and hauled himself back to my side again; then he went down the bank +and through the water. This was not calculated to improve one’s +nerve; I knew by now I had got to go by the bridge, for I saw I was +not strong enough in my tired state to fight the water. If only +the wretched thing had had its bark on it would have been better, but +it was bare, bald, and round, and a slip meant death on the rocks below. +I rushed it, and reached the other side in safety, whereby poor Pagan +got chaffed about his failure by the others, who said they had gone +through the water just to wash their feet.</p> +<p>The other side, when we got there, did not seem much worth reaching, +being a swampy fringe at the bottom of a steep hillside, and after a +few yards the path turned into a stream or backwater of the river. +It was hedged with thickly pleached bushes, and covered with liquid +water on the top of semi-liquid mud. Now and again for a change +you had a foot of water on top of fearfully slippery harder mud, and +then we light-heartedly took headers into the bush, sideways, or sat +down; and when it was not proceeding on the evil tenor of its way, like +this, it had holes in it; in fact, I fancy the bottom of the holes was +the true level, for it came near being as full of holes as a fishing-net, +and it was very quaint to see the man in front, who had been paddling +along knee-deep before, now plop down with the water round his shoulders; +and getting out of these slippery pockets, which were sometimes a tight +fit, was difficult.</p> +<p>However that is the path you have got to go by, if you’re not +wise enough to stop at home; the little bay of shrub overgrown swamp +fringing the river on one side and on the other running up to the mountain +side.</p> +<p>At last we came to a sandy bank, and on that bank stood Egaja, the +town with an evil name even among the Fan, but where we had got to stay, +fair or foul. We went into it through its palaver house, and soon +had the usual row.</p> +<p>I had detected signs of trouble among my men during the whole day; +the Ajumba were tired, and dissatisfied with the Fans; the Fans were +in high feather, openly insolent to Ngouta, and anxious for me to stay +in this delightful locality, and go hunting with them and divers other +choice spirits, whom they assured me we could easily get to join us +at Efoua. I kept peace as well as I could, explaining to the Fans +I had not enough money with me now, because I had not, when starting, +expected such magnificent opportunities to be placed at my disposal; +and promising to come back next year - a promise I hope to keep - and +then we would go and have a grand time of it. This state of a +party was a dangerous one in which to enter a strange Fan town, where +our security lay in our being united. When the first burst of +Egaja conversation began to boil down into something reasonable, I found +that a villainous-looking scoundrel, smeared with soot and draped in +a fragment of genuine antique cloth, was a head chief in mourning. +He placed a house at my disposal, quite a mansion, for it had no less +than four apartments. The first one was almost entirely occupied +by a bedstead frame that was being made up inside on account of the +small size of the door.</p> +<p>This had to be removed before we could get in with the baggage at +all. While this removal was being effected with as much damage +to the house and the article as if it were a quarter-day affair in England, +the other chief arrived. He had been sent for, being away down +the river fishing when we arrived. I saw at once he was a very +superior man to any of the chiefs I had yet met with. It was not +his attire, remarkable though that was for the district, for it consisted +of a gentleman’s black frock-coat such as is given in the ivory +bundle, a bright blue felt sombrero hat, an ample cloth of Boma check; +but his face and general bearing was distinctive, and very powerful +and intelligent; and I knew that Egaja, for good or bad, owed its name +to this man, and not to the mere sensual, brutal-looking one. +He was exceedingly courteous, ordering his people to bring me a stool +and one for himself, and then a fly-whisk to battle with the evening +cloud of sand-flies. I got Pagan to come and act as interpreter +while the rest were stowing the baggage, etc. After compliments, +“Tell the chief,” I said, “that I hear this town of +his is thief town.”</p> +<p>“Better not, sir,” says Pagan.</p> +<p>“Go on,” said I, “or I’ll tell him myself.”</p> +<p>So Pagan did. It was a sad blow to the chief.</p> +<p>“Thief town, this highly respectable town of Egaja! a town +whose moral conduct in all matters (Shedule) was an example to all towns, +called a thief town! Oh, what a wicked world!”</p> +<p>I said it was; but I would reserve my opinion as to whether Egaja +was a part of the wicked world or a star-like exception, until I had +experienced it myself. We then discoursed on many matters, and +I got a great deal of interesting fetish information out of the chief, +which was valuable to me, because the whole of this district had not +been in contact with white culture; and altogether I and the chief became +great friends.</p> +<p>Just when I was going in to have my much-desired tea, he brought +me his mother - an old lady, evidently very bright and able, but, poor +woman, with the most disgusting hand and arm I have ever seen. +I am ashamed to say I came very near being sympathetically sick in the +African manner on the spot. I felt I could not attend to it, and +have my tea afterwards, so I directed one of the canoe-shaped little +tubs, used for beating up the manioc in, to be brought and filled with +hot water, and then putting into it a heavy dose of Condy’s fluid, +I made her sit down and lay the whole arm in it, and went and had my +tea. As soon as I had done I went outside, and getting some of +the many surrounding ladies to hold bush-lights, I examined the case. +The whole hand was a mass of yellow pus, streaked with sanies, large +ulcers were burrowing into the fore-arm, while in the arm-pit was a +big abscess. I opened the abscess at once, and then the old lady +frightened me nearly out of my wits by gently subsiding, I thought dying, +but I soon found out merely going to sleep. I then washed the +abscess well out, and having got a lot of baked plantains, I made a +big poultice of them, mixed with boiling water and more Condy in the +tub, and laid her arm right in this; and propping her up all round and +covering her over with cloths I requisitioned from her son, I left her +to have her nap while I went into the history of the case, which was +that some forty-eight hours ago she had been wading along the bank, +catching crawfish, and had been stung by “a fish like a snake”; +so I presume the ulcers were an old-standing palaver. The hand +had been a good deal torn by the creature, and the pain and swelling +had been so great she had not had a minute’s sleep since. +As soon as the poultice got chilled I took her arm out and cleaned it +again, and wound it round with dressing, and had her ladyship carried +bodily, still asleep, into her hut, and after rousing her up, giving +her a dose of that fine preparation, <i>pil. crotonis cum hydrargi</i>, +saw her tucked up on her own plank bedstead for the night, sound asleep +again. The chief was very anxious to have some pills too; so I +gave him some, with firm injunctions only to take one at the first time. +I knew that that one would teach him not to take more than one forever +after, better than I could do if I talked from June to January. +Then all the afflicted of Egaja turned up, and wanted medical advice. +There was evidently a good stiff epidemic of the yaws about; lots of +cases of dum with the various symptoms; ulcers of course galore; a man +with a bit of a broken spear head in an abscess in the thigh; one which +I believe a professional enthusiast would call a “lovely case” +of filaria, the entire white of one eye being full of the active little +worms and a ridge of surplus population migrating across the bridge +of the nose into the other eye, under the skin, looking like the bridge +of a pair of spectacles. It was past eleven before I had anything +like done, and my men had long been sound asleep, but the chief had +conscientiously sat up and seen the thing through. He then went +and fetched some rolls of bark cloth to put on my plank, and I gave +him a handsome cloth I happened to have with me, a couple of knives, +and some heads of tobacco and wished him goodnight; blockading my bark +door, and picking my way over my sleeping Ajumba into an inner apartment +which I also blockaded, hoping I had done with Egaja for some hours. +No such thing. At 1.45 the whole town was roused by the frantic +yells of a woman. I judged there was one of my beauties of Fans +mixed up in it, and there was, and after paying damages, got back again +by 2.30 A.M., and off to sleep again instantly. At four sharp, +whole town of Egaja plunged into emotion, and worse shindy. I +suggested to the Ajumba they should go out; but no, they didn’t +care a row of pins if one of our Fans did get killed, so I went, recognising +Kiva’s voice in high expostulation. Kiva, it seems, a long +time ago had a transaction <i>in re</i> a tooth of ivory with a man +who, unfortunately, happened to be in this town to-night, and Kiva owed +the said man a coat. <a name="citation223"></a><a href="#footnote223">{223}</a></p> +<p>Kiva, it seems, has been spending the whole evening demonstrating +to his creditor that, had he only known they were to meet, he would +have brought the coat with him - a particularly beautiful coat - and +the reason he has not paid it before is that he has mislaid the creditor’s +address. The creditor says he has called repeatedly at Kiva’s +village, that notorious M’fetta, and Kiva has never been at home; +and moreover that Kiva’s wife (one of them) stole a yellow dog +of great value from his (the creditor’s) canoe. Kiva says, +women will be women, and he had gone off to sleep thinking the affair +had blown over and the bill renewed for the time being. The creditor +had not gone to sleep; but sat up thinking the affair over and remembered +many cases, all cited in full, of how Kiva had failed to meet his debts; +also Kiva’s brother on the mother’s side and uncle ditto; +and so has decided to foreclose forthwith on the debtor’s estate, +and as the estate is represented by and consists of Kiva’s person, +to take and seize upon it and eat it.</p> +<p>It is always highly interesting to observe the germ of any of our +own institutions existing in the culture of a lower race. Nevertheless +it is trying to be hauled out of one’s sleep in the middle of +the night, and plunged into this study. Evidently this was a trace +of an early form of the Bankruptcy Court; the court which clears a man +of his debt, being here represented by the knife and the cooking pot; +the whitewashing, as I believe it is termed with us, also shows, only +it is not the debtor who is whitewashed, but the creditors doing themselves +over with white clay to celebrate the removal of their enemy from his +sphere of meretricious activity. This inversion may arise from +the fact that whitewashing a creditor who was about to be cooked would +be unwise, as the stuff would boil off the bits and spoil the gravy. +There is always some fragment of sound sense underlying African institutions. +Kiva was, when I got out, tied up, talking nineteen to the dozen; and +so was every one else; and a lady was working up white clay in a pot.</p> +<p>I dare say I ought to have rushed at him and cut his bonds, and killed +people in a general way with a revolver, and then flown with my band +to the bush; only my band evidently had no flying in them, being tucked +up in the hut pretending to be asleep, and uninterested in the affair; +and although I could have abandoned the band without a pang just then, +I could not so lightheartedly fly alone with Kiva to the bush and leave +my fishes; so I shouted Azuna to the Bankruptcy Court, and got a Fan +who spoke trade English to come and interpret for me; and from him I +learnt the above stated outline of the proceedings up to the time. +Regarding the original iniquity of Kiva, my other Fans held the opinion +that the old Scotch lady had regarding certain passages in the history +of the early Jews - that it was a long time ago, and aiblins it was +no true.</p> +<p>Fortunately for the reader it is impossible for me to give in full +detail the proceedings of the Court. I do not think if the whole +of Mr. Pitman’s school of shorthand had been there to take them +down the thing could possibly have been done in word-writing. +If the late Richard Wagner, however, had been present he could have +scored the performance for a full orchestra; and with all its weird +grunts and roars, and pistol-like finger clicks, and its elongated words +and thigh slaps, it would have been a masterpiece.</p> +<p>I got my friend the chief on my side; but he explained he had no +jurisdiction, as neither of the men belonged to his town; and I explained +to him, that as the proceedings were taking place in his town he had +a right of jurisdiction <i>ipso facto</i>. The Fan could not translate +this phrase, so we gave it the chief raw; and he seemed to relish it, +and he and I then cut into the affair together, I looking at him with +admiration and approval when he was saying his say, and after his “Azuna” +had produced a patch of silence he could move his tongue in, and he +similarly regarding me during my speech for the defence. We neither, +I expect, understood each other, and we had trouble with our client, +who would keep pleading “Not guilty,” which was absurd. +Anyhow we produced our effect, my success arising from my concluding +my speech with the announcement that I would give the creditor a book +on Hatton and Cookson for the coat, and I would deduct it from Kiva’s +pay.</p> +<p>But, said the Court: “We look your mouth and it be sweet mouth, +but with Hatton and Cookson we can have no trade.” This +was a blow to me. Hatton and Cookson was my big Ju Ju, and it +was to their sub-factory on the Rembwé that I was bound. +On inquiry I elicited another cheerful little fact which was they could +not deal with Hatton and Cookson because there was “blood war +on the path that way.” The Court said they would take a +book on Holty, but with Holty <i>i.e</i>. Mr. John Holt, I had no deposit +of money, and I did not feel justified in issuing cheques on him, knowing +also he could not feel amiable towards wandering scientists, after what +he had recently gone through with one. Not that I doubt for one +minute but that his representatives would have honoured my book; for +the generosity and helpfulness of West African traders is unbounded +and long-suffering. But I did not like to encroach on it, all +the more so from a feeling that I might never get through to refund +the money. So at last I paid the equivalent value of the coat +out of my own trade-stuff; and the affair was regarded by all parties +as satisfactorily closed by the time the gray dawn was coming up over +the forest wall. I went in again and slept in snatches until I +got my tea about seven, and then turned out to hurry my band out of +Egaja. This I did not succeed in doing until past ten. One +row succeeded another with my men; but I was determined to get them +out of that town as quickly as possible, for I had heard so much from +perfectly reliable and experienced people regarding the treacherousness +of the Fan. I feared too that more cases still would be brought +up against Kiva, from the <i>résumé</i> of his criminal +career I had had last night, and I knew it was very doubtful whether +my other three Fans were any better than he. There was his grace’s +little murder affair only languishing for want of evidence owing to +the witnesses for the prosecution being out elephant-hunting not very +far away; and Wiki was pleading an <i>alibi</i>, and a twin brother, +in a bad wife palaver in this town. I really hope for the sake +of Fan morals at large, that I did engage the three worst villains in +M’fetta, and that M’fetta is the worst town in all Fan land, +inconvenient as this arrangement was to me personally. Anyhow, +I felt sure my Pappenheimers would take a lot of beating for good solid +crime, among any tribe anywhere. Moreover, the Ajumba wanted meat, +and the Fans, they said, offered them human. I saw no human meat +at Egaja, but the Ajumba seem to think the Fans eat nothing else, which +is a silly prejudice of theirs, because the Fans do. I think in +this case the Ajumba thought a lot of smoked flesh offered was human. +It may have been; it was in neat pieces; and again, as the Captain of +the late s.s. <i>Sparrow</i> would say, “it mayn’t.” +But the Ajumba have a horror of cannibalism, and I honestly believe +never practise it, even for fetish affairs, which is a rare thing in +a West African tribe where sacrificial and ceremonial cannibalism is +nearly universal. Anyhow the Ajumba loudly declared the Fans were +“bad men too much,” which was impolitic under existing circumstances, +and inexcusable, because it by no means arose from a courageous defiance +of them; but the West African! Well! “’E’s a +devil an’ a ostrich an’ a orphan child in one.”</p> +<p>The chief was very anxious for me to stay and rest, but as his mother +was doing wonderfully well, and the other women seemed quite to understand +my directions regarding her, I did not feel inclined to risk it. +The old lady’s farewell of me was peculiar: she took my hand in +her two, turned it palm upwards, and spat on it. I do not know +whether this is a constant form of greeting among the Fan; I fancy not. +Dr. Nassau, who explained it to me when I saw him again down at Baraka, +said the spitting was merely an accidental by-product of the performance, +which consisted in blowing a blessing; and as I happened on this custom +twice afterwards, I feel sure from observation he is right.</p> +<p>The two chiefs saw us courteously out of the town as far as where +the river crosses the out-going path again, and the blue-hatted one +gave me some charms “to keep my foot in path,” and the mourning +chief lent us his son to see us through the lines of fortification of +the plantation. I gave them an equal dash, and in answer to their +question as to whether I had found Egaja a thief-town, I said that to +call Egaja a thief-town was rank perjury, for I had not lost a thing +while in it; and we parted with mutual expression of esteem and hopes +for another meeting at an early date.</p> +<p>The defences of the fine series of plantations of Egaja on this side +were most intricate, to judge from the zigzag course our guide led us +through them. He explained they had to be because of the character +of the towns towards the Rembwé. After listening to this +young man, I really began to doubt that the Cities of the Plain had +really been destroyed, and wondered whether some future revision committee +will not put transported for destroyed. This young man certainly +hit off the character of Sodom and Gomorrah to the life, in describing +the towns towards the Rembwé, though he had never heard Sodom +and Gomorrah named. He assured me I should see the difference +between them and Egaja the Good, and I thanked him and gave him his +dash when we parted; but told him as a friend, I feared some alteration +must take place, and some time elapse before he saw a regular rush of +pilgrim worshippers of Virtue coming into even Egaja the Good, though +it stood just as good a chance and better than most towns I had seen +in Africa.</p> +<p>We went on into the gloom of the Great Forest again; that forest +that seemed to me without end, wherein, in a lazy, hazy-minded sort +of way, I expected to wander through by day and drop in at night to +a noisy savage town for the rest of my days.</p> +<p>We climbed up one hill, skirted its summit, went through our athletic +sports over sundry timber falls, and struck down into the ravine as +usual. But at the bottom of that ravine, which was exceeding steep, +ran a little river free from swamp. As I was wading it I noticed +it had a peculiarity that distinguished it from all the other rivers +we had come through; and then and there I sat down on a boulder in its +midst and hauled out my compass. Yes, by Allah! it’s going +north-west and bound as we are for Rembwé River. I went +out the other side of that river with a lighter heart than I went in, +and shouted the news to the boys, and they yelled and sang as we went +on our way.</p> +<p>All along this bit of country we had seen quantities of rubber vines, +and between Egaja and Esoon we came across quantities of rubber being +collected. Evidently there was a big camp of rubber hunters out +in the district very busy. Wiki and Kiva did their best to teach +me the trade. Along each side of the path we frequently saw a +ring of stout bush rope, raised from the earth on pegs about a foot +to eighteen inches. On the ground in the middle stood a calabash, +into which the ends of the pieces of rubber vine were placed, the other +ends being supported by the bush rope ring. Round the outside +of some of these rings was a slow fire, which just singes the tops of +the bits of rubber vine as they project over the collar or ring, and +causes the milky juice to run out of the lower end into the calabash, +giving out as it does so a strong ammoniacal smell. When the fire +was alight there would be a group of rubber collectors sitting round +it watching the cooking operations, removing those pieces that had run +dry and placing others, from a pile at their side, in position. +On either side of the path we continually passed pieces of rubber vine +cut into lengths of some two feet or so, and on the top one or two leaves +plaited together, or a piece of bush rope tied into a knot, which indicated +whose property the pile was.</p> +<p>The method of collection employed by the Fan is exceedingly wasteful, +because this fool of a vegetable <i>Landolphia florida (Ovariensis</i>) +does not know how to send up suckers from its root, but insists on starting +elaborately from seeds only. I do not, however, see any reasonable +hope of getting them to adopt more economical methods. The attempt +made by the English houses, when the rubber trade was opened up in 1883 +on the Gold Coast, to get the more tractable natives there to collect +by incisions only, has failed; for in the early days a man could get +a load of rubber almost at his own door on the Gold Coast, and now he +has to go fifteen days’ journey inland for it. When a Fan +town has exhausted the rubber in its vicinity, it migrates, bag and +baggage, to a new part of the forest. The young unmarried men +are the usual rubber hunters. Parties of them go out into the +forest, wandering about in it and camping under shelters of boughs by +night, for a month and more at a time, during the dry seasons, until +they have got a sufficient quantity together; then they return to their +town, and it is manipulated by the women, and finally sold, either to +the white trader, in districts where he is within reach, or to the M’pongwe +trader who travels round buying it and the collected ivory and ebony, +like a Norfolk higgler. In districts like these I was in, remote +from the M’pongwe trader, the Fans carry the rubber to the town +nearest to them that is in contact with the black trader, and sell it +to the inhabitants, who in their turn resell it to their next town, +until it reaches him. This passing down of the rubber and ivory +gives rise between the various towns to a series of commercial complications +which rank with woman palaver for the production of rows; it being the +sweet habit of these Fans to require a life for a life, and to regard +one life as good as another. Also rubber trade and wife palavers +sweetly intertwine, for a man on the kill <i>in re</i> a wife palaver +knows his best chance of getting the life from the village he has a +grudge against lies in catching one of that village’s men when +he may be out alone rubber hunting. So he does this thing, and +then the men from the victim’s village go and lay for a rubber +hunter from the killer’s village; and then of course the men from +the killer’s village go and lay for rubber hunters from victim +number one’s village, and thus the blood feud rolls down the vaulted +chambers of the ages, so that you, dropping in on affairs, cannot see +one end or the other of it, and frequently the people concerned have +quite forgotten what the killing was started for. Not that this +discourages them in the least. Really if Dr. Nassau is right, +and these Fans are descendants of Adam and Eve, I expect the Cain and +Abel killing palaver is still kept going among them.</p> +<p>Wiki, being great on bush rope, gave me much information regarding +rubber, showing me the various other vines besides the true rubber vine, +whose juice, mingled with the true sap by the collector when in the +forest, adds to the weight; a matter of importance, because rubber is +bought by weight. The other adulteration gets done by the ladies +in the villages when the collected sap is handed over to them to prepare +for the markets.</p> +<p>This preparation consists of boiling it in water slightly, and adding +a little salt, which causes the gummy part to separate and go to the +bottom of the pot, where it looks like a thick cream. The water +is carefully poured off this deposit, which is then taken out and moulded, +usually in the hands; but I have seen it run into moulds made of small +calabashes with a stick or piece of iron passing through, so that when +the rubber is set this can be withdrawn. A hole being thus left +the balls can be threaded on to a stick, usually five on one stick, +for convenience of transport. It is during the moulding process +that most of the adulteration gets in. Down by the side of many +of the streams there is a white chalky-looking clay which is brought +up into the villages, powdered up, and then hung up over the fire in +a basket to attain a uniform smuttiness; it is then worked into the +rubber when it is being made up into balls. Then a good chunk +of Koko, <i>Arum esculentum</i> (Koko is better than yam, I may remark, +because it is heavier), also smoked approximately the right colour, +is often placed in the centre of the rubber ball. In fact, anything +is put there, that is hopefully regarded as likely to deceive the white +trader. So great is the adulteration, that most of the traders +have to cut each ball open. Even the Kinsembo rubber, which is +put up in clusters of bits shaped like little thimbles formed by rolling +pinches of rubber between the thumb and finger, and which one would +think difficult to put anything inside of, has to be cut, because “the +simple children of nature” who collect it and bring it to that +“swindling white trader” struck upon the ingenious notion +that little pieces of wood shaped like the thimbles and coated by a +dip in rubber were excellent additions to a cluster.</p> +<p>The pure rubber, when it is made, looks like putty, and has the same +dusky-white colour; but, owing to the balls being kept in the huts in +baskets in the smoke, and in wicker-work cages in the muddy pools to +soak up as much water as possible before going into the hands of the +traders, they get almost inky in colour.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER IX. FROM ESOON TO AGONJO.</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>In which the Voyager sets forth the beauties of the way from Esoon +to N’dorko, and gives some account of the local Swamps.</i></p> +<p>Our next halting place was Esoon, which received us with the usual +row, but kindly enough; and endeared itself to me by knowing the Rembwé, +and not just waving the arm in the air, in any direction, and saying +“Far, far plenty bad people live for that side,” as the +other towns had done. Of course they stuck to the bad people part +of the legend; but I was getting quite callous as to the moral character +of new acquaintances, feeling sure that for good solid murderous rascality +several of my old Fan acquaintances, and even my own party, would take +a lot of beating; and yet, one and all, they had behaved well to me. +Esoon gave me to understand that of all the Sodoms and Gomorrahs that +town of Egaja was an easy first, and it would hardly believe we had +come that way. Still Egaja had dealt with us well. However +I took less interest - except, of course, as a friend, in some details +regarding the criminal career of Chief Blue-hat of Egaja - in the opinion +of Esoon regarding the country we had survived, than in the information +it had to impart regarding the country we had got to survive on our +way to the Big River, which now no longer meant the Ogowé, but +the Rembwé. I meant to reach one of Hatton and Cookson’s +sub-factories there, but - strictly between ourselves - I knew no more +at what town that factory was than a Kindergarten Board School child +does. I did not mention this fact; and a casual observer might +have thought that I had spent my youth in that factory, when I directed +my inquiries to the finding out the very shortest route to it. +Esoon shook its head. “Yes, it was close, but it was impossible +to reach Uguma’s factory.” “Why?” +“There was blood war on the path.” I said it was no +war of mine. But Esoon said, such was the appalling depravity +of the next town on the road, that its inhabitants lay in wait at day +with loaded guns and shot on sight any one coming up the Esoon road, +and that at night they tied strings with bells on across the road and +shot on hearing them. No one had been killed since the first party +of Esoonians were fired on at long range, because no one had gone that +way; but the next door town had been heard by people who had been out +in the bush at night, blazing down the road when the bells were tinkled +by wild animals. Clearly that road was not yet really healthy.</p> +<p>The Duke, who as I have said before, was a fine courageous fellow, +ready to engage in any undertaking, suggested I should go up the road +- alone by myself - first - a mile ahead of the party - and the next +town, perhaps, might not shoot at sight, if they happened to notice +I was something queer; and I might explain things, and then the rest +of the party would follow. “There’s nothing like dash +and courage, my dear Duke,” I said, “even if one display +it by deputy, so this plan does you great credit; but as my knowledge +of this charming language of yours is but small, I fear I might create +a wrong impression in that town, and it might think I had kindly brought +them a present of eight edible heathens - you and the remainder of my +followers, you understand.” My men saw this was a real danger, +and this was the only way I saw of excusing myself. It is at such +a moment as this that the Giant’s robe gets, so to speak, between +your legs and threatens to trip you up. Going up a forbidden road, +and exposing yourself as a pot shot to ambushed natives would be jam +and fritters to Mr. MacTaggart, for example; but I am not up to that +form yet. So I determined to leave that road severely alone, and +circumnavigate the next town by a road that leaves Esoon going W.N.W., +which struck the Rembwé by N’dorko, I was told, and then +follow up the bank of the river until I picked up the sub-factory. +Subsequent experience did not make one feel inclined to take out a patent +for this plan, but at the time in Esoon it looked nice enough.</p> +<p>Some few of the more highly cultured inhabitants here could speak +trade English a little, and had been to the Rembwé, and were +quite intelligent about the whole affair. They had seen white +men. A village they formerly occupied nearer the Rembwé +had been burnt by them, on account of a something that had occurred +to a Catholic priest who visited it. They were, of course, none +of them personally mixed up in this sad affair, so could give no details +of what had befallen the priest. They knew also “the <i>Mové</i>,” +which was a great bond of union between us. “Was I a wife +of them <i>Mové</i> white man,” they inquired - “or +them other white man?” I civilly said them <i>Mové</i> +men were my tribe, and they ought to have known it by the look of me. +They discussed my points of resemblance to “the <i>Mové</i> +white man,” and I am ashamed to say I could not forbear from smiling, +as I distinctly recognised my friends from the very racy description +of their personal appearance and tricks of manner given by a lively +Esoonian belle who had certainly met them. So content and happy +did I become under these soothing influences, that I actually took off +my boots, a thing I had quite got out of the habit of doing, and had +them dried. I wanted to have them rubbed with palm oil, but I +found, to my surprise, that there was no palm oil to be had, the tree +being absent, or scarce in this region, so I had to content myself with +having them rubbed with a piece of animal fat instead. I chaperoned +my men, while among the ladies of Esoon - a forward set of minxes - +with the vigilance of a dragon; and decreed, like the Mikado of Japan, +“that whosoever leered or winked, unless connubially linked, should +forthwith be beheaded,” have their pay chopped, I mean; and as +they were beginning to smell their pay, they were careful; and we got +through Esoon without one of them going into jail; no mean performance +when you remember that every man had a past - to put it mildly.</p> +<p>Esoon is not situated like the other towns, with a swamp and the +forest close round it; but it is built on the side of a fairly cleared +ravine among its plantain groves. When you are on the southern +side of the ravine, you can see Esoon looking as if it were hung on +the hillside before you. You then go through a plantation down +into the little river, and up into the town - one long, broad, clean-kept +street. Leaving Esoon you go on up the hill through another plantation +to the summit. Immediately after leaving the town we struck westwards; +and when we got to the top of the next hill we had a view that showed +us we were dealing with another type of country. The hills to +the westward are lower, and the valleys between them broader and less +heavily forested, or rather I should say forested with smaller sorts +of timber. All our paths took us during the early part of the +day up and down hills, through swamps and little rivers, all flowing +Rembwé-wards. About the middle of the afternoon, when we +had got up to the top of a high hill, after having had a terrible time +on a timber fall of the first magnitude, into which four of us had fallen, +I of course for one, I saw a sight that made my heart stand still. +Stretching away to the west and north, winding in and out among the +feet of the now isolated mound-like mountains, was that never to be +mistaken black-green forest swamp of mangrove; doubtless the fringe +of the River Rembwé, which evidently comes much further inland +than the mangrove belt on the Ogowé. This is reasonable +and as it should be, though it surprised me at the time; for the great +arm of the sea which is called the Gaboon is really a fjord, just like +Bonny and Opobo rivers, with several rivers falling into it at its head, +and this fjord brings the sea water further inland. In addition +to this the two rivers, the ’Como (Nkâmâ) and Rembwé +that fall into this Gaboon, with several smaller rivers, both bring +down an inferior quantity of fresh water, and that at nothing like the +tearing, tide-beating back pace of the Ogowé. As my brother +would say, “It’s perfectly simple if you think about it;” +but thinking is not my strong point. Anyhow I was glad to see +the mangrove-belt; all the gladder because I did not then know how far +it was inland from the sea, and also because I was fool enough to think +that a long line I could see, running E. and W. to the north of where +I stood, was the line of the Rembwé river; which it was not, +as we soon found out. Cheered by this pleasing prospect, we marched +on forgetful of our scratches, down the side of the hill, and down the +foot slope of it, until we struck the edge of the swamp. We skirted +this for some mile or so, going N.E. Then we struck into the swamp, +to reach what we had regarded as the Rembwé river. We found +ourselves at the edge of that open line we had seen from the mountain. +Not standing, because you don’t so much as try to stand on mangrove +roots unless you are a born fool, and then you don’t stand long, +but clinging, like so many monkeys, to the net of aërial roots +which surrounded us, looking blankly at a lake of ink-black slime. +It was half a mile across, and some miles long. We could not see +either the west or east termination of it, for it lay like a rotten +serpent twisted between the mangroves. It never entered into our +heads to try to cross it, for when a swamp is too deep for mangroves +to grow in it, “No bottom lib for them dam ting,” as a Kruboy +once said to me, anent a small specimen of this sort of ornament to +a landscape. But we just looked round to see which direction we +had better take. Then I observed that the roots, aërial and +otherwise, were coated in mud, and had no leaves on them, for a foot +above our heads. Next I noticed that the surface of the mud before +us had a sort of quiver running through it, and here and there it exhibited +swellings on its surface, which rose in one place and fell in another. +No need for an old coaster like me to look at that sort of thing twice +to know what it meant, and feeling it was a situation more suited to +Mr. Stanley than myself, I attempted to emulate his methods and addressed +my men. “Boys,” said I, “this beastly hole is +tidal, and the tide is coming in. As it took us two hours to get +to this sainted swamp, it’s time we started out, one time, and +the nearest way. It’s to be hoped the practice we have acquired +in mangrove roots in coming, will enable us to get up sufficient pace +to get out on to dry land before we are all drowned.” The +boys took the hint. Fortunately one of the Ajumbas had been down +in Ogowé, it was Gray Shirt, who “sabed them tide palaver.” +The rest of them, and the Fans, did not know what tide meant, but Gray +Shirt hustled them along and I followed, deeply regretting that my ancestors +had parted prematurely with prehensile tails, for four limbs, particularly +when two of them are done up in boots and are not sufficient to enable +one to get through a mangrove swamp network of slimy roots rising out +of the water, and swinging lines of aërial ones coming down to +the water <i>à la</i> mangrove, with anything approaching safety. +Added to these joys were any quantity of mangrove flies, a broiling +hot sun, and an atmosphere three-quarters solid stench from the putrefying +ooze all round us. For an hour and a half thought I, Why did I +come to Africa, or why, having come, did I not know when I was well +off and stay in Glass? Before these problems were settled in my +mind we were close to the true land again, with the water under us licking +lazily among the roots and over our feet.</p> +<p>We did not make any fuss about it, but we meant to stick to dry land +for some time, and so now took to the side of a hill that seemed like +a great bubble coming out of the swamp, and bore steadily E. until we +found a path. This path, according to the nature of paths in this +country, promptly took us into another swamp, but of a different kind +to our last - a knee-deep affair, full of beautiful palms and strange +water plants, the names whereof I know not. There was just one +part where that abomination, <i>pandanus</i>, had to be got through, +but, as swamps go, it was not at all bad. I ought to mention that +there were leeches in it, lest I may be thought too enthusiastic over +its charms. But the great point was that the mountains we got +to on the other side of it, were a good solid ridge, running, it is +true, E. and W., while we wanted to go N.; still on we went waiting +for developments, and watching the great line of mangrove-swamp spreading +along below us to the left hand, seeing many of the lines in its dark +face, which betokened more of those awesome slime lagoons that we had +seen enough of at close quarters.</p> +<p>About four o’clock we struck some more plantations, and passing +through these, came to a path running north-east, down which we went. +I must say the forest scenery here was superbly lovely. Along +this mountain side cliff to the mangrove-swamp the sun could reach the +soil, owing to the steepness and abruptness and the changes of curves +of the ground; while the soft steamy air which came up off the swamp +swathed everything, and although unpleasantly strong in smell to us, +was yet evidently highly agreeable to the vegetation. Lovely wine +palms and rafia palms, looking as if they had been grown under glass, +so deliciously green and profuse was their feather-like foliage, intermingled +with giant red woods, and lovely dark glossy green lianes, blooming +in wreaths and festoons of white and mauve flowers, which gave a glorious +wealth of beauty and colour to the scene. Even the monotony of +the mangrove-belt alongside gave an additional charm to it, like the +frame round a picture.</p> +<p>As we passed on, the ridge turned N. and the mangrove line narrowed +between the hills. Our path now ran east and more in the middle +of the forest, and the cool shade was charming after the heat we had +had earlier in the day. We crossed a lovely little stream coming +down the hillside in a cascade; and then our path plunged into a beautiful +valley. We had glimpses through the trees of an amphitheatre of +blue mist-veiled mountains coming down in a crescent before us, and +on all sides, save due west where the mangrove-swamp came in. +Never shall I forget the exceeding beauty of that valley, the foliage +of the trees round us, the delicate wreaths and festoons of climbing +plants, the graceful delicate plumes of the palm trees, interlacing +among each other, and showing through all a background of soft, pale, +purple-blue mountains and forest, not really far away, as the practised +eye knew, but only made to look so by the mist, which has this trick +of giving suggestion of immense space without destroying the beauty +of detail. Those African misty forests have the same marvellous +distinctive quality that Turner gives one in his greatest pictures. +I am no artist, so I do not know exactly what it is, but I see it is +there. I luxuriated in the exquisite beauty of that valley, little +thinking or knowing what there was in it besides beauty, as Allah “in +mercy hid the book of fate.” On we went among the ferns +and flowers until we met a swamp, a different kind of swamp to those +we had heretofore met, save the little one last mentioned. This +one was much larger, and a gem of beauty; but we had to cross it. +It was completely furnished with characteristic flora. Fortunately +when we got to its edge we saw a woman crossing before us, but unfortunately +she did not take a fancy to our appearance, and instead of staying and +having a chat about the state of the roads, and the shortest way to +N’dorko, she bolted away across the swamp. I noticed she +carefully took a course, not the shortest, although that course immersed +her to her armpits. In we went after her, and when things were +getting unpleasantly deep, and feeling highly uncertain under foot, +we found there was a great log of a tree under the water which, as we +had seen the lady’s care at this point, we deemed it advisable +to walk on. All of us save one, need I say that one was myself? +effected this with safety. As for me, when I was at the beginning +of the submerged bridge, and busily laying about in my mind for a definite +opinion as to whether it was better to walk on a slippy tree trunk bridge +you could see, or on one you could not, I was hurled off by that inexorable +fate that demands of me a personal acquaintance with fluvial and paludial +ground deposits; whereupon I took a header, and am thereby able to inform +the world, that there is between fifteen and twenty feet of water each +side of that log. I conscientiously went in on one side, and came +up on the other. The log, I conjecture, is odum or ebony, and +it is some fifty feet long; anyhow it is some sort of wood that won’t +float. Gray Shirt says it is a bridge across an under-swamp river. +Having survived this and reached the opposite bank, we shortly fell +in with a party of men and women, who were taking, they said, a parcel +of rubber to Holty’s. They told us N’dorko was quite +close, and that the plantations we saw before us were its outermost +ones, but spoke of a swamp, a bad swamp. We knew it, we said, +in the foolishness of our hearts thinking they meant the one we had +just forded, and leaving them resting, passed on our way; half-a-mile +further on we were wiser and sadder, for then we stood on the rim of +one of the biggest swamps I have ever seen south of the Rivers. +It stretched away in all directions, a great sheet of filthy water, +out of which sprang gorgeous marsh plants, in islands, great banks of +screw pine, and coppices of wine palm, with their lovely fronds reflected +back by the still, mirror-like water, so that the reflection was as +vivid as the reality, and above all remarkable was a plant, <a name="citation241"></a><a href="#footnote241">{241}</a> +new and strange to me, whose pale-green stem came up out of the water +and then spread out in a flattened surface, thin, and in a peculiarly +graceful curve. This flattened surface had growing out from it +leaves, the size, shape and colour of lily of the valley leaves; until +I saw this thing I had held the wine palm to be the queen of grace in +the vegetable kingdom, but this new beauty quite surpassed her.</p> +<p>Our path went straight into this swamp over the black rocks forming +its rim, in an imperative, no alternative, “Come-along-this-way” +style. Singlet, who was leading, carrying a good load of bottled +fish and a gorilla specimen, went at it like a man, and disappeared +before the eyes of us close following him, then and there down through +the water. He came up, thanks be, but his load is down there now, +worse luck. Then I said we must get the rubber carriers who were +coming this way to show us the ford; and so we sat down on the bank +a tired, disconsolate, dilapidated-looking row, until they arrived. +When they came up they did not plunge in forthwith; but leisurely set +about making a most nerve-shaking set of preparations, taking off their +clothes, and forming them into bundles, which, to my horror, they put +on the tops of their heads. The women carried the rubber on their +backs still, but rubber is none the worse for being under water. +The men went in first, each holding his gun high above his head. +They skirted the bank before they struck out into the swamp, and were +followed by the women and by our party, and soon we were all up to our +chins.</p> +<p>We were two hours and a quarter passing that swamp. I was one +hour and three-quarters; but I made good weather of it, closely following +the rubber-carriers, and only going in right over head and all twice. +Other members of my band were less fortunate. One and all, we +got horribly infested with leeches, having a frill of them round our +necks like astrachan collars, and our hands covered with them, when +we came out.</p> +<p>We had to pass across the first bit of open country I had seen for +a long time - a real patch of grass on the top of a low ridge, which +is fringed with swamp on all sides save the one we made our way to, +the eastern. Shortly after passing through another plantation, +we saw brown huts, and in a few minutes were standing in the middle +of a ramshackle village, at the end of which, through a high stockade, +with its gateway smeared with blood which hung in gouts, we saw our +much longed for Rembwé River. I made for it, taking small +notice of the hubbub our arrival occasioned, and passed through the +gateway, setting its guarding bell ringing violently; I stood on the +steep, black, mud slime bank, surrounded by a noisy crowd. It +is a big river, but nothing to the Ogowé, either in breadth or +beauty; what beauty it has is of the Niger delta type - black mud-laden +water, with a mangrove swamp fringe to it in all directions. I +soon turned back into the village and asked for Ugumu’s factory. +“This is it,” said an exceedingly dirty, good-looking, civil-spoken +man in perfect English, though as pure blooded an African as ever walked. +“This is it, sir,” and he pointed to one of the huts on +the right-hand side, indistinguishable in squalor from the rest. +“Where’s the Agent?” said I. “I’m +the Agent,” he answered. You could have knocked me down +with a feather. “Where’s John Holt’s factory?” +said I. “You have passed it; it is up on the hill.” +This showed Messrs. Holt’s local factory to be no bigger than +Ugumu’s. At this point a big, scraggy, very black man with +an irregularly formed face the size of a tea-tray and looking generally +as if he had come out of a pantomime on the <i>Arabian Nights</i>, dashed +through the crowd, shouting, “I’m for Holty, I’m for +Holty.” “This is my trade, you go ’way,” +says Agent number one. Fearing my two Agents would fight and damage +each other, so that neither would be any good for me, I firmly said, +“Have you got any rum?” Agent number one looked crestfallen, +Holty’s triumphant. “Rum, fur sure,” says he; +so I gave him a five-franc piece, which he regarded with great pleasure, +and putting it in his mouth, he legged it like a lamplighter away to +his store on the hill. “Have you any tobacco?” said +I to Agent number one. He brightened, “Plenty tobacco, plenty +cloth,” said he; so I told him to give me out twenty heads. +I gave my men two heads apiece. I told them rum was coming, and +ordered them to take the loads on to Hatton and Cookson’s Agent’s +hut and then to go and buy chop and make themselves comfortable. +They highly approved of this plan, and grunted assent ecstatically; +and just as the loads were stowed Holty’s anatomy hove in sight +with a bottle of rum under each arm, and one in each hand; while behind +him came an acolyte, a fat, small boy, panting and puffing and doing +his level best to keep up with his long-legged flying master. +I gave my men some and put the rest in with my goods, and explained +that I belonged to Hatton and Cookson’s (it’s the proper +thing to belong to somebody), and that therefore I must take up my quarters +at their Store; but Holty’s energetic agent hung about me like +a vulture in hopes of getting more five franc-piece pickings. +I sent Ngouta off to get me some tea, and had the hut cleared of an +excited audience, and shut myself in with Hatton and Cookson’s +agent, and asked him seriously and anxiously if there was not a big +factory of the firm’s on the river, because it was self-evident +he had not got anything like enough stuff to pay off my men with, and +my agreement was to pay off on the Rembwé, hence my horror at +the smallness of the firm’s N’dorko store. “Besides,” +I said, “Mr. Glass (I knew the head Rembwé agent of Hatton +and Cookson was a Mr. Glass), you have only got cloth and tobacco, and +I have promised the Fans to pay off in whatever they choose, and I know +for sure they want powder.” “I am not Mr. Glass,” +said my friend; “he is up at Agonjo, I only do small trade for +him here.” Joy!!!! but where’s Agonjo? To make +a long story short I found Agonjo was an hour’s paddle up the +Rembwé and the place we ought to have come out at. There +was a botheration again about sending up a message, because of a war +palaver; but I got a pencil note, with my letter of introduction from +Mr. Cockshut to Sanga Glass, at last delivered to that gentleman; and +down he came, in a state of considerable astonishment, not unmixed with +alarm, for no white man of any kind had been across from the Ogowé +for years, and none had ever come out at N’dorko. Mr. Glass +I found an exceedingly neat, well-educated M’pongwe gentleman +in irreproachable English garments, and with irreproachable, but slightly +<i>floreate</i>, English language. We started talking trade, with +my band in the middle of the street; making a patch of uproar in the +moonlit surrounding silence. As soon as we thought we had got +one gentleman’s mind settled as to what goods he would take his +pay in, and were proceeding to investigate another gentleman’s +little fancies, gentleman number one’s mind came all to pieces +again, and he wanted “to room his bundle,” <i>i.e</i>. change +articles in it for other articles of an equivalent value, if it must +be, but of a higher, if possible. Oh ye shopkeepers in England +who grumble at your lady customers, just you come out here and try to +serve, and satisfy a set of Fans! Mr. Glass was evidently an expert +at the affair, but it was past 11 p.m. before we got the orders written +out, and getting my baggage into some canoes, that Mr. Glass had brought +down from Agonjo, for N’dorko only had a few very wretched ones, +I started off up river with him and all the Ajumba, and Kiva, the Fan, +who had been promised a safe conduct. He came to see the bundles +for his fellow Fans were made up satisfactorily. The canoes being +small there was quite a procession of them. Mr. Glass and I shared +one, which was paddled by two small boys; how we ever got up the Rembwé +that night I do not know, for although neither of us were fat, the canoe +was a one man canoe, and the water lapped over the edge in an alarming +way. Had any of us sneezed, or had it been daylight when two or +three mangrove flies would have joined the party, we must have foundered; +but all went well; and on arriving at Agonjo Mr. Glass most kindly opened +his store, and by the light of lamps and lanterns, we picked out the +goods from his varied and ample supply, and handed them over to the +Ajumba and Kiva, and all, save three of the Ajumba, were satisfied. +The three, Gray Shirt, Silence, and Pagan quietly explained to me that +they found the Rembwé price so little better than the Lembarene +price that they would rather get their pay off Mr. Cockshut, than risk +taking it back through the Fan country, so I gave them books on him. +I gave all my remaining trade goods, and the rest of the rum to the +Fans as a dash, and they were more than satisfied. I must say +they never clamoured for dash for top. The Passenger we had brought +through with us, who had really made himself very helpful, was quite +surprised at getting a bundle of goods from me. My only anxiety +was as to whether Fika would get his share all right; but I expect he +did, for the Ajumbas are very honest men; and they were going back with +my Fan friends. I found out, by the by, the reason of Fika’s +shyness in coming through to the Rembwé; it was a big wife palaver.</p> +<p>I had a touching farewell with the Fans: and so in peace, good feeling, +and prosperity I parted company for the second time with “the +terrible M’pongwe,” whom I hope to meet with again, for +with all their many faults and failings, they are real men. I +am faint-hearted enough to hope, that our next journey together, may +not be over a country that seems to me to have been laid down as an +obstacle race track for Mr. G. F. Watts’s Titans, and to have +fallen into shocking bad repair.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER X. BUSH TRADE AND FAN CUSTOMS.</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>Wherein the Voyager, having fallen among the black traders, discourses +on these men and their manner of life; and the difficulties and dangers +attending the barter they carry on with the bush savages; and on some +of the reasons that makes this barter so beloved and followed by both +the black trader and the savage. To which is added an account +of the manner of life of the Fan tribe; the strange form of coinage +used by these people; their manner of hunting the elephant, working +in iron; and such like things.</i></p> +<p>I spent a few, lazy, pleasant days at Agonjo, Mr. Glass doing all +he could to make me comfortable, though he had a nasty touch of fever +on him just then. His efforts were ably seconded by his good lady, +an exceedingly comely Gaboon woman, with pretty manners, and an excellent +gift in cookery. The third member of the staff was the store-keeper, +a clever fellow: I fancy a Loango from his clean-cut features and spare +make, but his tribe I know not for a surety.</p> +<p>One of these black trader factories is an exceedingly interesting +place to stay at, for in these factories you are right down on the bed +rock of the trade. On the Coast, for the greater part, the white +traders are dealing with black traders, middle men, who have procured +their trade stuff from the bush natives, who collect and prepare it. +Here, in the black trader factory, you see the first stage of the export +part of the trade: namely the barter of the collected trade stuff between +the collector and the middleman. I will not go into details regarding +it. What I saw merely confirmed my opinion that the native is +not cheated; no, not even by a fellow African trader; and I will merely +here pause to sing a pæan to a very unpopular class - the black +middleman as he exists on the South-West Coast. It is impossible +to realise the gloom of the lives of these men in bush factories, unless +you have lived in one. It is no use saying “they know nothing +better and so don’t feel it,” for they do know several things +better, being very sociable men, fully appreciative of the joys of a +Coast town, and their aim, object and end in life is, in almost every +case, to get together a fortune that will enable them to live in one, +give a dance twice a week, card parties most nights, and dress themselves +up so that their fellow Coast townsmen may hate them and their townswomen +love them. From their own accounts of the dreadful state of trade; +and the awful and unparalleled series of losses they have had, from +the upsetting of canoes, the raids and robberies made on them and their +goods by “those awful bush savages”; you would, if you were +of a trustful disposition, regard the black trader with an admiring +awe as the man who has at last solved the great commercial problem of +how to keep a shop and live by the loss. Nay, not only live, but +build for himself an equivalent to a palatial residence, and keep up, +not only it, but half a dozen wives, with a fine taste for dress every +one of them. I am not of a trustful disposition and I accept those +“losses” with a heavy discount, and know most of the rest +of them have come out of my friend the white trader’s pockets. +Still I can never feel the righteous indignation that I ought to feel, +when I see the black trader “down in a seaport town with his Nancy,” +etc., as Sir W. H. S. Gilbert classically says, because I remember those +bush factories.</p> +<p>Mr. Glass, however, was not a trader who made a fortune by losing +those of other people; for he had been many years in the employ of the +firm. He had risen certainly to the high post and position of +charge of the Rembwé, but he was not down giddy-flying at Gaboon. +His accounts of his experiences when he had been many years ago away +up the still little known Nguni River, in a factory in touch with the +lively Bakele, then in a factory among Fans and Igalwa on the Ogowé, +and now among Fans and Skekiani on the Rembwé, were fascinating, +and told vividly of the joys of first starting a factory in a wild district. +The way in which your customers, for the first month or so, enjoyed +themselves by trying to frighten you, the trader, out of your wits and +goods, and into giving them fancy prices for things you were trading +in, and for things of no earthly use to you, or any one else! +The trader’s existence during this period is marked by every unpleasantness +save dulness; from that he is spared by the presence of a mob of noisy, +dangerous, thieving savages all over his place all day; invading his +cook-house, to put some nastiness into his food as a trade charm; helping +themselves to portable property at large; and making themselves at home +to the extent of sitting on his dining-table. At night those customers +proceed to sleep all over the premises, with a view to being on hand +to start shopping in the morning. Woe betide the trader if he +gives in to this, and tolerates the invasion, for there is no chance +of that house ever being his own again; and in addition to the local +flies, etc., on the table-cloth, he will always have several big black +gentlemen to share his meals. If he raises prices, to tide over +some extra row, he is a lost man; for the Africans can understand prices +going up, but never prices coming down; and time being no object, they +will hold back their trade. Then the district is ruined, and the +trader along with it, for he cannot raise the price he gets for the +things he buys.</p> +<p>What that trader has got to do, is to be a “Devil man.” +They always kindly said they recognised me as one, which is a great +compliment. He must betray no weakness, but a character which +I should describe as a compound of the best parts of those of Cardinal +Richelieu, Brutus, Julius Caesar, Prince Metternich, and Mezzofanti, +the latter to carry on the native language part of the business; and +he must cast those customers out, not only from his house; but from +his yard; and adhere to the “No admittance except on business” +principle. This causes a good deal of unpleasantness, and the +trader’s nights are now cheered by lively war-dances outside his +stockade; the accompanying songs advertising that the customers are +coming over the stockade to raid the store, and cut up the trader “into +bits like a fish.” Sometimes they do come - and then - finish; +but usually they don’t; and gradually settle down, and respect +the trader greatly as “a Devil man”; and do business on +sound lines during the day. Over the stockade at night, by ones +and twos, stealing, they will come to the end of the chapter.</p> +<p>Moonlight nights are fairly restful for the bush trader, but when +it is inky black, or pouring with rain, he has got to be very much out +and about, and particularly vigilant has he got to be on tornado nights +- a most uncomfortable sort of weather to attend to business in, I assure +you.</p> +<p>The factory at Agonjo was typical; the house is a fine specimen of +the Igalwa style of architecture; mounted on poles above the ground; +the space under the house being used as a store for rubber in barrels, +and ebony in billets; thereby enabling the trader to hover over these +precious possessions, sleeping and waking, like a sitting hen over her +eggs. Near to the house are the sleeping places for the beach +hands, and the cook-house. In front, in a position commanded by +the eye from the verandah, and well withdrawn from the stockade, are +great piles of billets of red bar wood. The whole of the clean, +sandy yard containing these things, and divers others, is surrounded +by a stout stockade, its main face to the river frontage, the water +at high tide lapping its base, and at low tide exposing in front of +it a shore of black slime. Although I cite this factory as a typical +factory of a black trader, it is a specimen of the highest class, for, +being in connection with Messrs. Hatton and Cookson it is well kept +up and stocked. Firms differ much in this particular. Messrs. +Hatton and Cookson, like Messrs. Miller Brothers in the Bights, take +every care that lies in their power of the people who serve them, down +to the Kruboys working on their beaches, giving ample and good rations +and providing good houses. But this is not so with all firms on +the Coast. I have seen factories belonging to the Swedish houses +beside which this factory at Agonjo is a palace although those factories +are white man factories, and the unfortunate white men in them are expected +by these firms to live on native chop - an expectation the Agents by +no means realise, for they usually die. Black hands, however, +do not suffer much at the hands of such firms, for the Swedish Agents +are a quiet, gentlemanly set of men, in the best sense of that much +misused term, and they do not employ on their beaches such a staff of +black helpers as the English houses, so the two or three Kruboys on +a starvation beach can fairly well fend for themselves, for there is +always an adjacent village, and in that village there are always chickens, +and on the shore crabs, and in the river fish, and for the rest of his +diet the Kruboy flirts with the local ladies.</p> +<p>Although, as I have laid down, the bush factory at its best is a +place, as Mr. Tracey Tupman would say, more fitted for a wounded heart +than for one still able to feast on social joys, it is a luxurious situation +for a black trader compared to the other form of trading he deals with +- that of travelling among the native villages in the bush. This +has one hundred times the danger, and a thousand times the discomfort, +and is a thoroughly unhealthy pursuit. The journeys these bush +traders make are often remarkable, and they deserve great credit for +the courage and enterprise they display. Certainly they run less +risk of death from fever than a white man would; but, on the other hand, +their colour gives them no protection; and their chance of getting murdered +is distinctly greater, the white governmental powers cannot revenge +their death, in the way they would the death of a white man, for these +murders usually take place away in some forest region, in a district +no white man has ever penetrated.</p> +<p>You will naturally ask how it is that so many of these men do survive +“to lead a life of sin” as a missionary described to me +their Coast town life to be. This question struck me as requiring +explanation. The result of my investigations, and the answers +I have received from the men themselves, show that there is a reason +why the natives do not succumb every time to the temptation to kill +the trader, and take his goods, and this is twofold: firstly, all trade +in West Africa follows definite routes, even in the wildest parts of +it; and so a village far away in the forest, but on the trade route, +knows that as a general rule twice a year, a trader will appear to purchase +its rubber and ivory. If he does not appear somewhere about the +expected time, that village gets uneasy. The ladies are impatient +for their new clothes; the gentlemen half wild for want of tobacco; +and things coming to a crisis, they make inquiries for the trader down +the road, one village to another, and then, if it is found that a village +has killed the trader, and stolen all his goods, there is naturally +a big palaver, and things are made extremely hot, even for equatorial +Africa, for that village by the tobaccoless husbands of the clothesless +wives. Herein lies the trader’s chief safety, the village +not being an atom afraid, or disinclined to kill him, but afraid of +their neighbouring villages, and disinclined to be killed by them. +But the trader is not yet safe. There is still a hole in his armour, +and this is only to be stopped up in one way, namely, by wives; for +you see although the village cannot safely kill him, and take all his +goods, they can still let him die safely of a disease, and take part +of them, passing on sufficient stuff to the other villages to keep them +quiet. Now the most prevalent disease in the African bush comes +out of the cooking pot, and so to make what goes into the cooking pot +- which is the important point, for earthen pots do not in themselves +breed poison - safe and wholesome, you have got to have some one who +is devoted to your health to attend to the cooking affairs, and who +can do this like a wife? So you have a wife - one in each village +up the whole of your route. I know myself one gentleman whose +wives stretch over 300 miles of country, with a good wife base in a +Coast town as well. This system of judiciously conducted alliances, +gives the black trader a security nothing else can, because naturally +he marries into influential families at each village, and all his wife’s +relations on the mother’s side regard him as one of themselves, +and look after him and his interests. That security can lie in +women, especially so many women, the so-called civilised man may ironically +doubt, but the security is there, and there only, and on a sound basis, +for remember the position of a travelling trader’s wife in a village +is a position that gives the lady prestige, the discreet husband showing +little favours to her family and friends, if she asks for them when +he is with her; and then she has not got the bother of having a man +always about the house, and liable to get all sorts of silly notions +into his head if she speaks to another gentleman, and then go and impart +these notions to her with a cutlass, or a kassengo, as the more domestic +husband, I am assured by black ladies, is prone to.</p> +<p>You may now, I fear, be falling into the other adjacent error - from +the wonder why any black trader survives, namely, into the wonder why +any black trader gets killed; with all these safeguards, and wives. +But there is yet another danger, which no quantity of wives, nor local +jealousies avail to guard him through. This danger arises from +the nomadic habits of the bush tribes, notably the Fan. For when +a village has made up its mind to change its district, either from having +made the district too hot to hold it, with quarrels with neighbouring +villages; or because it has exhausted the trade stuff, <i>i.e</i>. rubber +and ivory in reach of its present situation; or because some other village +has raided it, and taken away all the stuff it was saving to sell to +the black trader; it resolves to give itself a final treat in the old +home, and make a commercial <i>coup</i> at one fell swoop. Then +when the black trader turns up with his boxes of goods, it kills him, +has some for supper, smokes the rest, and takes it and the goods, and +departs to found new homes in another district.</p> +<p>The bush trade I have above sketched is the bush trade with the Fans. +In those districts on the southern banks of the Ogowé the main +features of the trade, and the trader’s life are the same, but +the details are more intricate, for the Igalwa trader from Lembarene, +Fernan Vaz, or Njole, deals with another set of trading tribes, not +first hand with the collectors. The Fan villages on the trade +routes may, however, be regarded as trade depots, for to them filters +the trade stuff of the more remote villages, so the difference is really +merely technical, and in all villages alike the same sort of thing occurs.</p> +<p>The Igalwa or M’pongwe trader arrives with the goods he has +received from the white trader, and there are great rejoicing and much +uproar as his chests and bundles and demijohns are brought up from the +canoe. And presently, after a great deal of talk, the goods are +opened. The chiefs of the village have their pick, and divide +this among the principal men of the village, who pay for it in part +with their store of collected rubber or ivory, and take the rest on +trust, promising to collect enough rubber to pay the balance on the +next visit of the trader. Thereby the trader has a quantity of +debts outstanding in each village, liable to be bad debts, and herein +lies his chief loss. Each chief takes a certain understood value +in goods as a commission for himself - <i>nyeno</i> - giving the trader, +as a consideration for this, an understood bond to assist him in getting +in the trust granted to his village. This <i>nyeno</i> he utilises +in buying trade stuff from villages not on the trade route. Among +the Fans the men who have got the goods stand by with these to trade +for rubber with the general public and bachelors of the village, in +a way I will presently explain. In tribes like Ajumbas, Adooma, +etc., the men having the goods travel off, as traders, among their various +bush tribes, similarly paying their <i>nyeno</i>, and so by the time +the goods reach the final producing men, only a small portion of them +is left, but their price has necessarily risen. Still it is quite +absurd for a casual white traveller, who may have dropped in on the +terminus of a trade route, to cry out regarding the small value the +collector (who is often erroneously described as the producer) gets +for his stuff, compared to the price it fetches in Europe. For +before it even reaches the factory of the Coast Settlement, that stuff +has got to keep a whole series of traders. It appears at first +bad that this should be the case, but the case it is along the west +coast of the continent save in the districts commanded by the Royal +Niger company, who, with courage and enterprise, have pushed far inland, +and got in touch with the great interior trade routes - a performance +which has raised in the breasts of the Coast trader tribes who have +been supplanted, a keen animosity, which like most animosity in Africa, +is not regardful of truth. The tribes that have had the trade +of the Bight of Biafra passing through their hands have been accustomed, +according to the German Government who are also pressing inland, to +make seventy-five per cent. profit on it, and they resent being deprived +of this. A good deal is to be said in favour of their views; among +other things that the greater part of the seaboard districts of West +Africa, I may say every part from Sierra Leone to Cameroon, is structurally +incapable of being self-supporting under existing conditions. +Below Cameroon, on my beloved South-west coast, which is infinitely +richer than the Bight of Benin, rich producing districts come down to +the sea in most places until you reach the Congo; but here again the +middleman is of great use to the interior tribes, and if they do have +to pay him seventy-five per cent, serve them right. They should +not go making wife palaver, and blood palaver all over the place to +such an extent that the inhabitants of no village, unless they go<i> +en masse</i>, dare take a ten mile walk, save at the risk of their lives, +in any direction, so no palaver live.</p> +<p>We will now enter into the reason that induces the bush man to collect +stuff to sell among the Fans, which is the expensiveness of the ladies +in the tribe. A bush Fan is bound to marry into his tribe, because +over a great part of the territory occupied by them there is no other +tribe handy to marry into; and a Fan residing in villages in touch with +other tribes, has but little chance of getting a cheaper lady. +For there is, in the Congo Français and the country adjacent +to the north of it (Batanga), a regular style of aristocracy which may +be summarised firstly thus: All the other tribes look down on the Fans, +and the Fans look down on all the other tribes. This aristocracy +has sub-divisions, the M’pongwe of Gaboon are the upper circle +tribe; next come the Benga of Corisco; then the Bapuka; then the Banaka. +This system of aristocracy is kept up by the ladies. Thus a M’pongwe +lady would not think of marrying into one of the lower tribes, so she +is restricted, with many inner restrictions, to her own tribe. +A Benga lady would marry a M’pongwe, or a Benga, but not a Banaka, +or Bapuka; and so on with the others; but not one of them would marry +a Fan. As for the men, well of course they would marry any lady +of any tribe, if she had a pretty face, or a good trading connection, +if they were allowed to: that’s just man’s way. To +the south-east the Fans are in touch with the Bakele, a tribe that has +much in common with the Fan, but who differ from them in getting on +in a very friendly way with the little dwarf people, the Matimbas, or +Watwa, or Akoa: people the Fans cannot abide. With these Bakele +the Fan can intermarry, but there is not much advantage in so doing, +as the price is equally high, but still marry he must.</p> +<p>A young Fan man has to fend for himself, and has a scratchy kind +of life of it, aided only by his mother until - if he be an enterprising +youth - he is able to steal a runaway wife from a neighbouring village, +or if he is a quiet and steady young man, until he has amassed sufficient +money to buy a wife. This he does by collecting ebony and rubber +and selling it to the men who have been allotted goods by the chief +of the village, from the consignment brought up by the black trader. +He supports himself meanwhile by, if the situation of his village permits, +fishing and selling the fish, and hunting and killing game in the forest. +He keeps steadily at it in his way, reserving his roysterings until +he is settled in life. A truly careful young man does not go and +buy a baby girl cheap, as soon as he has got a little money together; +but works and saves on until he has got enough to buy a good, tough +widow lady, who, although personally unattractive, is deeply versed +in the lore of trade, and who knows exactly how much rubbish you can +incorporate in a ball of india rubber, without the white trader, or +the black bush factory trader, instantly detecting it. When the +Fan young man has married his wife, in a legitimate way on the cash +system, he takes her round to his relations, and shows her off; and +they make little presents to help the pair set up housekeeping. +But the young man cannot yet settle down, for his wife will not allow +him to. She is not going to slave herself to death doing all the +work of the house, etc., and so he goes on collecting, and she preparing, +trade stuff, and he grows rich enough to buy other wives - some of them +young children, others widows, no longer necessarily old. But +it is not until he is well on in life that he gets sufficient wives, +six or seven. For it takes a good time to get enough rubber to +buy a lady, and he does not get a grip on the ivory trade until he has +got a certain position in the village, and plantations of his own which +the elephants can be discovered raiding, in which case a percentage +of the ivory taken from the herd is allotted to him. Now and again +he may come across a dead elephant, but that is of the nature of a windfall; +and on rubber and ebony he has to depend during his early days. +These he changes with the rich men of his village for a very peculiar +and interesting form of coinage - bikei - little iron imitation axe-heads +which are tied up in bundles called ntet, ten going to one bundle, for +with bikei must the price of a wife be paid. You do not find bikei +close down to Libreville, among the Fans who are there in a semi-civilised +state, or more properly speaking in a state of disintegrating culture. +You must go for bush. I thought I saw in bikei a certain resemblance +in underlying idea with the early Greek coins I have seen at Cambridge, +made like the fore-parts of cattle; and I have little doubt that the +articles of barter among the Fans before the introduction of the rubber, +ebony, and ivory trades, which in their districts are comparatively +recent, were iron implements. For the Fans are good workers in +iron; and it would be in consonance with well-known instances among +other savage races in the matter of stone implements, that these things, +important of old, should survive, and be employed in the matter of such +an old and important affair as marriage. They thus become ju-ju; +and indeed all West African legitimate marriage, although appearing +to the casual observer a mere matter of barter, is never solely such, +but always has ju-ju in it.</p> +<p>We may as well here follow out the whole of the domestic life of +the Fan, now we have got him married. His difficulty does not +only consist in getting enough bikei together but in getting a lady +he can marry. No amount of bikei can justify a man in marrying +his first cousin, or his aunt; and as relationship among the Fans is +recognised with both his father and his mother, not as among the Igalwa +with the latter’s blood relations only, there are an awful quantity +of aunts and cousins about from whom he is debarred. But when +he has surmounted his many difficulties, and dodged his relations, and +married, he is seemingly a better husband than the man of a more cultured +tribe. He will turn a hand to anything, that does not necessitate +his putting down his gun outside his village gateway. He will +help chop firewood, or goat’s chop, or he will carry the baby +with pleasure, while his good lady does these things; and in bush villages, +he always escorts her so as to be on hand in case of leopards, or other +local unpleasantnesses. When inside the village he will lay down +his gun, within handy reach, and build the house, tease out fibre to +make game nets with, and plait baskets, or make pottery with the ladies, +cheerily chatting the while.</p> +<p>Fan pottery, although rough and sunbaked, is artistic in form and +ornamented, for the Fan ornaments all his work; the articles made in +it consist of cooking pots, palm-wine bottles, water bottles and pipes, +but not all water bottles, nor all pipes are made of pottery. +I wish they were, particularly the former, for they are occasionally +made of beautifully plaited fibre coated with a layer of a certain gum +with a vile taste, which it imparts to the water in the vessel. +They say it does not do this if the vessel is soaked for two days in +water, but it does, and I should think contaminates the stream it was +soaked in into the bargain. The pipes are sometimes made of iron +very neatly. I should imagine they smoked hot, but of this I have +no knowledge. One of my Ajumba friends got himself one of these +pipes when we were in Efoua, and that pipe was, on and off, a curse +to the party. Its owner soon learnt not to hold it by the bowl, +but by the wooden stem, when smoking it; the other lessons it had to +teach he learnt more slowly. He tucked it, when he had done smoking, +into the fold in his cloth, until he had had three serious conflagrations +raging round his middle. And to the end of the chapter, after +having his last pipe at night with it, he would lay it on the ground, +before it was cool. He learnt to lay it out of reach of his own +cloth, but his fellow Ajumbas and he himself persisted in always throwing +a leg on to it shortly after, and there was another row.</p> +<p>The Fan basket-work is strongly made, but very inferior to the Fjort +basket-work. Their nets are, however, the finest I have ever seen. +These are made mainly for catching small game, such as the beautiful +little gazelles (<i>Ncheri</i>) with dark gray skins on the upper part +of the body, white underneath, and satin-like in sleekness all over. +Their form is very dainty, the little legs being no thicker than a man’s +finger, the neck long and the head ornamented with little pointed horns +and broad round ears. The nets are tied on to trees in two long +lines, which converge to an acute angle, the bottom part of the net +lying on the ground. Then a party of men and women accompanied +by their trained dogs, which have bells hung round their necks, beat +the surrounding bushes, and the frightened small game rush into the +nets, and become entangled. The fibre from which these nets are +made has a long staple, and is exceedingly strong. I once saw +a small bush cow caught in a set of them and unable to break through, +and once a leopard; he, however, took his section of the net away with +him, and a good deal of vegetation and sticks to boot. In addition +to nets, this fibre is made into bags, for carrying things in while +in the bush, and into the water bottles already mentioned.</p> +<p>The iron-work of the Fans deserves especial notice for its excellence. +The anvil is a big piece of iron which is embedded firmly in the ground. +Its upper surface is flat, and pointed at both ends. The hammers +are solid cones of iron, the upper part of the cones prolonged so as +to give a good grip, and the blows are given directly downwards, like +the blows of a pestle. The bellows are of the usual African type, +cut out of one piece of solid but soft wood; at the upper end of these +bellows there are two chambers hollowed out in the wood and then covered +with the skin of some animal, from which the hair has been removed. +This is bound firmly round the rim of each chamber with tie-tie, and +the bag of it at the top is gathered up, and bound to a small piece +of stick, to give a convenient hand hold. The straight cylinder, +terminating in the nozzle, has two channels burnt in it which communicate +with each of the chambers respectively, and half-way up the cylinder, +there are burnt from the outside into the air passages, three series +of holes, one series on the upper surface, and a series at each side. +This ingenious arrangement gives a constant current of air up from the +nozzle when the bellows are worked by a man sitting behind them, and +rapidly and alternately pulling up the skin cover over one chamber, +while depressing the other. In order to make the affair firm it +is lashed to pieces of stick stuck in the ground in a suitable way so +as to keep the bellows at an angle with the nozzle directed towards +the fire. As wooden bellows like this if stuck into the fire would +soon be aflame, the nozzle is put into a cylinder made of clay. +This cylinder is made sufficiently large at the end, into which the +nozzle of the bellows goes, for the air to have full play round the +latter.</p> +<p>The Fan bellows only differ from those of the other iron-working +West Coast tribes in having the channels from the two chambers in one +piece of wood all the way. His forge is the same as the other +forges, a round cavity scooped in the ground; his fuel also is charcoal. +His other smith’s tool consists of a pointed piece of iron, with +which he works out the patterns he puts at the handle-end of his swords, +etc.</p> +<p>I must now speak briefly on the most important article with which +the Fan deals, namely ivory. His methods of collecting this are +several, and many a wild story the handles of your table knives could +tell you, if their ivory has passed through Fan hands. For ivory +is everywhere an evil thing before which the quest for gold sinks into +a parlour game; and when its charms seize such a tribe as the Fans, +“conclusions pass their careers.” A very common way +of collecting a tooth is to kill the person who owns one. Therefore +in order to prevent this catastrophe happening to you yourself, when +you have one, it is held advisable, unless you are a powerful person +in your own village, to bury or sink the said tooth and say nothing +about it until the trader comes into your district or you get a chance +of smuggling it quietly down to him. Some of these private ivories +are kept for years and years before they reach the trader’s hands. +And quite a third of the ivory you see coming on board a vessel to go +to Europe is dark from this keeping: some teeth a lovely brown like +a well-coloured meerschaum, others quite black, and gnawed by that strange +little creature - much heard of, and abused, yet little known in ivory +ports - the ivory rat.</p> +<p>Ivory, however, that is obtained by murder is private ivory. +The public ivory trade among the Fans is carried on in a way more in +accordance with European ideas of a legitimate trade. The greater +part of this ivory is obtained from dead elephants. There are +in this region certain places where the elephants are said to go to +die. A locality in one district pointed out to me as such a place, +was a great swamp in the forest. A swamp that evidently was deep +in the middle, for from out its dark waters no swamp plant, or tree +grew, and evidently its shores sloped suddenly, for the band of swamp +plants round its edge was narrow. It is just possible that during +the rainy season when most of the surrounding country would be under +water, elephants might stray into this natural trap and get drowned, +and on the drying up of the waters be discovered, and the fact being +known, be regularly sought for by the natives cognisant of this. +I inquired carefully whether these places where the elephants came to +die always had water in them, but they said no, and in one district +spoke of a valley or round-shaped depression in among the mountains. +But natives were naturally disinclined to take a stranger to these ivory +mines, and a white person who has caught - as any one who has been in +touch must catch - ivory fever, is naturally equally disinclined to +give localities.</p> +<p>A certain percentage of ivory collected by the Fans is from live +elephants, but I am bound to admit that their method of hunting elephants +is disgracefully unsportsmanlike. A herd of elephants is discovered +by rubber hunters or by depredations on plantations, and the whole village, +men, women, children, babies and dogs turn out into the forest and stalk +the monsters into a suitable ravine, taking care not to scare them. +When they have gradually edged the elephants on into a suitable place, +they fell trees and wreathe them very roughly together with bush rope, +all round an immense enclosure, still taking care not to scare the elephants +into a rush. This fence is quite inadequate to stop any elephant +in itself, but it is made effective by being smeared with certain things, +the smell whereof the elephants detest so much that when they wander +up to it, they turn back disgusted. I need hardly remark that +this preparation is made by the witch doctors and its constituents a +secret of theirs, and I was only able to find out some of them. +Then poisoned plantains are placed within the enclosure, and the elephants +eat these and grow drowsier and drowsier; if the water supply within +the enclosure is a pool it is poisoned, but if it is a running stream +this cannot be done. During this time the crowd of men and women +spend their days round the enclosure, ready to turn back any elephant +who may attempt to break out, going to and fro to the village for their +food. Their nights they spend in little bough shelters by the +enclosure, watching more vigilantly than by day, as the elephants are +more active at night, it being their usual feeding time. During +the whole time the witch doctor is hard at work making incantations +and charms, with a view to finding out the proper time to attack the +elephants. In my opinion, his decision fundamentally depends on +his knowledge of the state of poisoning the animals are in, but his +version is that he gets his information from the forest spirits. +When, however, he has settled the day, the best hunters steal into the +enclosure and take up safe positions in trees, and the outer crowd set +light to the ready-built fires, and make the greatest uproar possible, +and fire upon the staggering, terrified elephants as they attempt to +break out. The hunters in the trees fire down on them as they +rush past, the fatal point at the back of the skull being well exposed +to them.</p> +<p>When the animals are nearly exhausted, those men who do not possess +guns dash into the enclosure, and the men who do, reload and join them, +and the work is then completed. One elephant hunt I chanced upon +at the final stage had taken two months’ preparation, and although +the plan sounds safe enough, there is really a good deal of danger left +in it with all the drugging and ju-ju. There were eight elephants +killed that day, but three burst through everything, sending energetic +spectators flying, and squashing two men and a baby as flat as botanical +specimens.</p> +<p>The subsequent proceedings were impressive. The whole of the +people gorged themselves on the meat for days, and great chunks of it +were smoked over the fires in all directions. A certain portion +of the flesh of the hind leg was taken by the witch doctor for ju-ju, +and was supposed to be put away by him, with certain suitable incantations +in the recesses of the forest; his idea being apparently either to give +rise to more elephants, or to induce the forest spirits to bring more +elephants into the district.</p> +<p>Dr. Nassau tells me that the manner in which the ivory gained by +one of these hunts is divided is as follows: - “The witch doctor, +the chiefs, and the family on whose ground the enclosure is built, and +especially the household whose women first discovered the animals, decide +in council as to the division of the tusks and the share of the flesh +to be given to the crowd of outsiders. The next day the tusks +are removed and each family represented in the assemblage cuts up and +distributes the flesh.” In the hunt I saw finished, the +elephants had not been discovered, as in the case Dr. Nassau above speaks +of, in a plantation by women, but by a party of rubber hunters in the +forest some four or five miles from any village, and the ivory that +would have been allotted to the plantation holder in the former case, +went in this case to the young rubber hunters.</p> +<p>Such are the pursuits, sports and pastimes of my friends the Fans. +I have been considerably chaffed both by whites and blacks about my +partiality for this tribe, but as I like Africans in my way - not <i>à +la</i> Sierra Leone - and these Africans have more of the qualities +I like than any other tribe I have met, it is but natural that I should +prefer them. They are brave and so you can respect them, which +is an essential element in a friendly feeling. They are on the +whole a fine race, particularly those in the mountain districts of the +Sierra del Cristal, where one continually sees magnificent specimens +of human beings, both male and female. Their colour is light bronze, +many of the men have beards, and albinoes are rare among them. +The average height in the mountain districts is five feet six to five +feet eight, the difference in stature between men and women not being +great. Their countenances are very bright and expressive, and +if once you have been among them, you can never mistake a Fan. +But it is in their mental characteristics that their difference from +the lethargic, dying-out coast tribes is most marked. The Fan +is full of fire, temper, intelligence and go; very teachable, rather +difficult to manage, quick to take offence, and utterly indifferent +to human life. I ought to say that other people, who should know +him better than I, say he is a treacherous, thievish, murderous cannibal. +I never found him treacherous; but then I never trusted him, remembering +one of the aphorisms of my great teacher Captain Boler of Bonny, “It’s +not safe to go among bush tribes, but if you are such a fool as to go, +you needn’t go and be a bigger fool still, you’ve done enough.” +And Captain Boler’s other great aphorism was: “Never be +afraid of a black man.” “What if I can’t help +it?” said I. “Don’t show it,” said he. +To these precepts I humbly add another: “Never lose your head.” +My most favourite form of literature, I may remark, is accounts of mountaineering +exploits, though I have never seen a glacier or a permanent snow mountain +in my life. I do not care a row of pins how badly they may be +written, and what form of bumble-puppy grammar and composition is employed, +as long as the writer will walk along the edge of a precipice with a +sheer fall of thousands of feet on one side and a sheer wall on the +other; or better still crawl up an <i>arête</i> with a precipice +on either. Nothing on earth would persuade me to do either of +these things myself, but they remind me of bits of country I have been +through where you walk along a narrow line of security with gulfs of +murder looming on each side, and where in exactly the same way you are +as safe as if you were in your easy chair at home, as long as you get +sufficient holding ground: not on rock in the bush village inhabited +by murderous cannibals, but on ideas in those men’s and women’s +minds; and these ideas, which I think I may say you will always find, +give you safety. It is not advisable to play with them, or to +attempt to eradicate them, because you regard them as superstitious; +and never, never shoot too soon. I have never had to shoot, and +hope never to have to; because in such a situation, one white alone +with no troops to back him means a clean finish. But this would +not discourage me if I had to start, only it makes me more inclined +to walk round the obstacle, than to become a mere blood splotch against +it, if this can be done without losing your self-respect, which is the +mainspring of your power in West Africa.</p> +<p>As for flourishing about a revolver and threatening to fire, I hold +it utter idiocy. I have never tried it, however, so I speak from +prejudice which arises from the feeling that there is something cowardly +in it. Always have your revolver ready loaded in good order, and +have your hand on it when things are getting warm, and in addition have +an exceedingly good bowie knife, not a hinge knife, because with a hinge +knife you have got to get it open - hard work in a country where all +things go rusty in the joints - and hinge knives are liable to close +on your own fingers. The best form of knife is the bowie, with +a shallow half moon cut out of the back at the point end, and this depression +sharpened to a cutting edge. A knife is essential, because after +wading neck deep in a swamp your revolver is neither use nor ornament +until you have had time to clean it. But the chances are you may +go across Africa, or live years in it, and require neither. It +is just the case of the gentleman who asked if one required a revolver +in Carolina and was answered, “You may be here one year, and you +may be here two and never want it; but when you do want it you’ll +want it very bad.”</p> +<p>The cannibalism of the Fans, although a prevalent habit, is no danger, +I think, to white people, except as regards the bother it gives one +in preventing one’s black companions from getting eaten. +The Fan is not a cannibal from sacrificial motives like the negro. +He does it in his common sense way. Man’s flesh, he says, +is good to eat, very good, and he wishes you would try it. Oh +dear no, he never eats it himself, but the next door town does. +He is always very much abused for eating his relations, but he really +does not do this. He will eat his next door neighbour’s +relations and sell his own deceased to his next door neighbour in return; +but he does not buy slaves and fatten them up for his table as some +of the Middle Congo tribes I know of do. He has no slaves, no +prisoners of war, no cemeteries, so you must draw your own conclusions. +No, my friend, I will not tell you any cannibal stories. I have +heard how good M. du Chaillu fared after telling you some beauties, +and now you come away from the Fan village and down the Rembwé +river.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XI. DOWN THE REMBWÉ.</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>Setting forth how the Voyager descends the Rembwé River, +with divers excursions and alarms, in the company of a black trader, +and returns safely to the Coast.</i></p> +<p>Getting away from Agonjo seemed as if it would be nearly as difficult +as getting to it, but as the quarters were comfortable and the society +fairly good, I was not anxious. I own the local scenery was a +little too much of the Niger Delta type for perfect beauty, just the +long lines of mangrove, and the muddy river lounging almost imperceptibly +to sea, and nothing else in sight. Mr. Glass, however, did not +take things so philosophically. I was on his commercial conscience, +for I had come in from the bush and there was money in me. Therefore +I was a trade product - a new trade stuff that ought to be worked up +and developed; and he found himself unable to do this, for although +he had secured the first parcel, as it were, and got it successfully +stored, yet he could not ship it, and he felt this was a reproach to +him.</p> +<p>Many were his lamentations that the firm had not provided him with +a large sailing canoe and a suitable crew to deal with this new line +of trade. I did my best to comfort him, pointing out that the +most enterprising firm could not be expected to provide expensive things +like these, on the extremely remote chance of ladies arriving per bush +at Agonjo - in fact not until the trade in them was well developed. +But he refused to see it in this light and harped upon the subject, +wrapped up, poor man, in a great coat and a muffler, because his ague +was on him.</p> +<p>I next tried to convince Mr. Glass that any canoe would do for me +to go down in. “No,” he said, “any canoe will +not do;” and he explained that when you got down the Rembwé +to ’Como Point you were in a rough, nasty bit of water, the Gaboon, +which has a fine confused set of currents from the tidal wash and the +streams of the Rembwé and ’Como rivers, in which it would +be improbable that a river canoe could live any time worth mentioning. +Progress below ’Como Point by means of mere paddling he considered +impossible. There was nothing for it but a big sailing canoe, +and there was no big sailing canoe to be had. I think Mr. Glass +got a ray of comfort out of the fact that Messrs. John Holt’s +sub-agent was, equally with himself, unable to ship me.</p> +<p>At this point in the affair there entered a highly dramatic figure. +He came on to the scene suddenly and with much uproar, in a way that +would have made his fortune in a transpontine drama. I shall always +regret I have not got that man’s portrait, for I cannot do him +justice with ink. He dashed up on to the verandah, smote the frail +form of Mr. Glass between the shoulders, and flung his own massive one +into a chair. His name was Obanjo, but he liked it pronounced +Captain Johnson, and his profession was a bush and river trader on his +own account. Every movement of the man was theatrical, and he +used to look covertly at you every now and then to see if he had produced +his impression, which was evidently intended to be that of a reckless, +rollicking skipper. There was a Hallo-my-Hearty atmosphere coming +off him from the top of his hat to the soles of his feet, like the scent +off a flower; but it did not require a genius in judging men to see +that behind, and under this was a very different sort of man, and if +I should ever want to engage in a wild and awful career up a West African +river I shall start on it by engaging Captain Johnson. He struck +me as being one of those men, of whom I know five, whom I could rely +on, that if one of them and I went into the utter bush together, one +of us at least would come out alive and have made something substantial +by the venture; which is a great deal more than I could say, for example, +of Ngouta, who was still with me, as he desired to see the glories of +Gaboon and buy a hanging lamp.</p> +<p>Captain Johnson’s attire calls for especial comment and admiration. +However disconnected the two sides of his character might be, his clothes +bore the impress of both of his natures to perfection. He wore, +when first we met, a huge sombrero hat, a spotless singlet, and a suit +of clean, well-got-up dungaree, and an uncommonly picturesque, powerful +figure he cut in them, with his finely moulded, well-knit form and good-looking +face, full of expression always, but always with the keen small eyes +in it watching the effect his genial smiles and hearty laugh produced. +The eyes were the eyes of Obanjo, the rest of the face the property +of Captain Johnson. I do not mean to say that they were the eyes +of a bad bold man, but you had not to look twice at them to see they +belonged to a man courageous in the African manner, full of energy and +resource, keenly intelligent and self-reliant, and all that sort of +thing.</p> +<p>I left him and the refined Mr. Glass together to talk over the palaver +of shipping me, and they talked it at great length. Finally the +price I was to pay Obanjo was settled and we proceeded to less important +details. It seemed Obanjo, when up the river this time, had set +about constructing a new and large trading canoe at one of his homes, +in which he was just thinking of taking his goods down to Gaboon. +Next morning Obanjo with his vessel turned up, and saying farewell to +my kind host, Mr. Sanga Glass, I departed.</p> +<p>She had the makings of a fine vessel in her; though roughly hewn +out of an immense hard-wood tree: her lines were good, and her type +was that of the big sea-canoes of the Bight of Panavia. Very far +forward was a pole mast, roughly made, but European in intention, and +carrying a long gaff. Shrouds and stays it had not, and my impression +was that it would be carried away if we dropped in for half a tornado, +until I saw our sail and recognised that that would go to darning cotton +instantly if it fell in with even a breeze. It was a bed quilt +that had evidently been in the family some years, and although it had +been in places carefully patched with pieces of previous sets of the +captain’s dungarees, in other places, where it had not, it gave +“free passage to the airs of Heaven”; which I may remark +does not make for speed in the boat mounting such canvas. Partly +to this sail, partly to the amount of trading affairs we attended to, +do I owe the credit of having made a record trip down the Rembwé, +the slowest white man time on record.</p> +<p>Fixed across the stern of the canoe there was the usual staging made +of bamboos, flush with the gunwale. Now this sort of staging is +an exceedingly good idea when it is fully finished. You can stuff +no end of things under it; and over it there is erected a hood of palm-thatch, +giving a very comfortable cabin five or six feet long and about three +feet high in the centre, and you can curl yourself up in it and, if +you please, have a mat hung across the opening. But we had not +got so far as that yet on our vessel, only just got the staging fixed +in fact; and I assure you a bamboo staging is but a precarious perch +when in this stage of formation. I made myself a reclining couch +on it in the Roman manner with my various belongings, and was exceeding +comfortable until we got nearly out of the Rembwé into the Gaboon. +Then came grand times. Our noble craft had by this time got a +good list on her from our collected cargo - ill stowed. This made +my home, the bamboo staging, about as reposeful a place as the slope +of a writing desk would be if well polished; and the rough and choppy +sea gave our vessel the most peculiar set of motions imaginable. +She rolled, which made it precarious for things on the bamboo staging, +but still a legitimate motion, natural and foreseeable. In addition +to this, she had a cataclysmic kick in her - that I think the heathenish +thing meant to be a pitch - which no mortal being could foresee or provide +against, and which projected portable property into the waters of the +Gaboon over the stern and on to the conglomerate collection in the bottom +of the canoe itself, making Obanjo repeat, with ferocity and feeling, +words he had heard years ago, when he was boatswain on a steamboat trading +on the Coast. It was fortunate, you will please understand, for +my future, that I have usually been on vessels of the British African +or the African lines when voyaging about this West African sea-board, +as the owners of these vessels prohibit the use of bad language on board, +or goodness only knows what words I might not have remembered and used +in the Gaboon estuary.</p> +<p>We left Agonjo with as much bustle and shouting and general air of +brisk seamanship as Obanjo could impart to the affair, and the hopeful +mind might have expected to reach somewhere important by nightfall. +I did not expect that; neither, on the other hand, did I expect that +after we had gone a mile and only four, as the early ballad would say, +that we should pull up and anchor against a small village for the night; +but this we did, the captain going ashore to see for cargo, and to get +some more crew.</p> +<p>There were grand times ashore that night, and the captain returned +on board about 2 A.M. with some rubber and pissava and two new hands +whose appearance fitted them to join our vessel; for a more villainous-looking +set than our crew I never laid eye on. One enormously powerful +fellow looked the incarnation of the horrid negro of buccaneer stories, +and I admired Obanjo for the way he kept them in hand. We had +now also acquired a small dug-out canoe as tender, and a large fishing-net. +About 4 A.M. in the moonlight we started to drop down river on the tail +of the land breeze, and as I observed Obanjo wanted to sleep I offered +to steer. After putting me through an examination in practical +seamanship, and passing me, he gladly accepted my offer, handed over +the tiller which stuck out across my bamboo staging, and went and curled +himself up, falling sound asleep among the crew in less time than it +takes to write. On the other nights we spent on this voyage I +had no need to offer to steer; he handed over charge to me as a matter +of course, and as I prefer night to day in Africa, I enjoyed it. +Indeed, much as I have enjoyed life in Africa, I do not think I ever +enjoyed it to the full as I did on those nights dropping down the Rembwé. +The great, black, winding river with a pathway in its midst of frosted +silver where the moonlight struck it: on each side the ink-black mangrove +walls, and above them the band of star and moonlit heavens that the +walls of mangrove allowed one to see. Forward rose the form of +our sail, idealised from bed-sheetdom to glory; and the little red glow +of our cooking fire gave a single note of warm colour to the cold light +of the moon. Three or four times during the second night, while +I was steering along by the south bank, I found the mangrove wall thinner, +and standing up, looked through the network of their roots and stems +on to what seemed like plains, acres upon acres in extent, of polished +silver - more specimens of those awful slime lagoons, one of which, +before we reached Ndorko, had so very nearly collected me. I watched +them, as we leisurely stole past, with a sort of fascination. +On the second night, towards the dawn, I had the great joy of seeing +Mount Okoneto, away to the S.W., first showing moonlit, and then taking +the colours of the dawn before they reached us down below. Ah +me! give me a West African river and a canoe for sheer good pleasure. +Drawbacks, you say? Well, yes, but where are there not drawbacks? +The only drawbacks on those Rembwé nights were the series of +horrid frights I got by steering on to tree shadows and thinking they +were mud banks, or trees themselves, so black and solid did they seem. +I never roused the watch fortunately, but got her off the shadow gallantly +single-handed every time, and called myself a fool instead of getting +called one. My nautical friends carp at me for getting on shadows, +but I beg them to consider before they judge me, whether they have ever +steered at night down a river quite unknown to them an unhandy canoe, +with a bed-sheet sail, by the light of the moon. And what with +my having a theory of my own regarding the proper way to take a vessel +round a corner, and what with having to keep the wind in the bed-sheet +where the bed-sheet would hold it, it’s a wonder to me I did not +cast that vessel away, or go and damage Africa.</p> +<p>By daylight the Rembwé scenery was certainly not so lovely, +and might be slept through without a pang. It had monotony, without +having enough of it to amount to grandeur. Every now and again +we came to villages, each of which was situated on a heap of clay and +sandy soil, presumably the end of a spit of land running out into the +mangrove swamp fringing the river. Every village we saw we went +alongside and had a chat with, and tried to look up cargo in the proper +way. One village in particular did we have a lively time at. +Obanjo had a wife and home there, likewise a large herd of goats, some +of which he was desirous of taking down with us to sell at Gaboon. +It was a pleasant-looking village, with a clean yellow beach which most +of the houses faced. But it had ramifications in the interior. +I being very lazy, did not go ashore, but watched the pantomime from +the bamboo staging. The whole flock of goats enter at right end +of stage, and tear violently across the scene, disappearing at left. +Two minutes elapse. Obanjo and his gallant crew enter at right +hand of stage, leg it like lamplighters across front, and disappear +at left. Fearful pow-wow behind the scenes. Five minutes +elapse. Enter goats at right as before, followed by Obanjo and +company as before, and so on <i>da capo</i>. It was more like +a fight I once saw between the armies of Macbeth and Macduff than anything +I have seen before or since; only our Rembwé play was better +put on, more supers, and noise, and all that sort of thing, you know. +It was a spirited performance I assure you and I and the inhabitants +of the village, not personally interested in goat-catching, assumed +the <i>rôle</i> of audience and cheered it to the echo.</p> +<p>We had another cheerful little incident that afternoon. While +we were going along softly, softly as was our wont, in the broiling +heat, I wishing I had an umbrella - for sitting on that bamboo stage +with no sort of protection from the sun was hot work after the forest +shade I had had previously - two small boys in two small canoes shot +out from the bank and paddled hard to us and jumped on board. +After a few minutes’ conversation with Obanjo one of them carefully +sank his canoe; the other just turned his adrift and they joined our +crew. I saw they were Fans, as indeed nearly all the crew were, +but I did not think much of the affair. Our tender, the small +canoe, had been sent out as usual with the big black man and another +A. B. to fish; it being one of our industries to fish hard all the time +with that big net. The fish caught, sometimes a bushel or two +at a time, almost all grey mullet, were then brought alongside, split +open, and cleaned. We then had all round as many of them for supper +as we wanted, the rest we hung on strings over our fire, more or less +insufficiently smoking them to prevent decomposition, it being Obanjo’s +intention to sell them when he made his next trip up the ’Como; +for the latter being less rich in fish than the Rembwé they would +command a good price there. We always had our eye on things like +this, being, I proudly remark, none of your gilded floating hotel of +a ferry-boat like those Cunard or White Star liners are, but just a +good trader that was not ashamed to pay, and not afraid of work.</p> +<p>Well, just after we had leisurely entered a new reach of the river, +round the corner after us, propelled at a phenomenal pace, came our +fishing canoe, which we had left behind to haul in the net and then +rejoin us. The occupants, particularly the big black A. B., were +shouting something in terror stricken accents. “What?” +says Obanjo springing to his feet. “The Fan! the Fan!” +shouted the canoe men as they shot towards us like agitated chickens +making for their hen. In another moment they were alongside and +tumbling over our gunwale into the bottom of the vessel still crying +“The Fan! The Fan! The Fan!” Obanjo then +by means of energetic questioning externally applied, and accompanied +by florid language that cast a rose pink glow smelling of sulphur, round +us, elicited the information that about 40,000 Fans, armed with knives +and guns, were coming down the Rembwé with intent to kill and +slay us, and might be expected to arrive within the next half wink. +On hearing this, the whole of our gallant crew took up masterly recumbent +positions in the bottom of our vessel and turned gray round the lips. +But Obanjo rose to the situation like ten lions. “Take the +rudder,” he shouted to me, “take her into the middle of +the stream and keep the sail full.” It occurred to me that +perhaps a position underneath the bamboo staging might be more healthy +than one on the top of it, exposed to every microbe of a bit of old +iron and what not and a half that according to native testimony would +shortly be frisking through the atmosphere from those Fan guns; and +moreover I had not forgotten having been previously shot in a somewhat +similar situation, though in better company. However I did not +say anything; neither, between ourselves, did I somehow believe in those +Fans. So regardless of danger, I grasped the helm, and sent our +gallant craft flying before the breeze down the bosom of the great wild +river (that’s the proper way to put it, but in the interests of +science it may be translated into crawling towards the middle). +Meanwhile Obanjo performed prodigies of valour all over the place. +He triced up the mainsail, stirred up his fainthearted crew, and got +out the sweeps, <i>i.e</i>. one old oar and four paddles, and with this +assistance we solemnly trudged away from danger at a pace that nothing +slower than a Thames dumb barge, going against stream, could possibly +overhaul. Still we did not feel safe, and I suggested to Ngouta +he should rise up and help; but he declined, stating he was a married +man. Obanjo cheering the paddlers with inspiriting words sprang +with the agility of a leopard on to the bamboo staging aft, standing +there with his gun ready loaded and cocked to face the coming foe, looking +like a statue put up to himself at the public expense. The worst +of this was, however, that while Obanjo’s face was to the coming +foe, his back was to the crew, and they forthwith commenced to re-subside +into the bottom of the boat, paddles and all. I, as second in +command, on seeing this, said a few blood-stirring words to them, and +Obanjo sent a few more of great power at them over his shoulder, and +so we kept the paddles going.</p> +<p>Presently from round the corner shot a Fan canoe. It contained +a lady in the bows, weeping and wringing her hands, while another lady +sympathetically howling, paddled it. Obanjo in lurid language +requested to be informed why they were following us. The lady +in the bows said, “My son! my son!” and in a second more +three other canoes shot round the corner full of men with guns. +Now this looked like business, so Obanjo and I looked round to urge +our crew to greater exertions and saw, to our disgust, that the gallant +band had successfully subsided into the bottom of the boat while we +had been eyeing the foe. Obanjo gave me a recipe for getting the +sweeps out again. I did not follow it, but got the job done, for +Obanjo could not take his eye and gun off the leading canoe and the +canoes having crept up to within some twenty yards of us, poured out +their simple tale of woe.</p> +<p>It seemed that one of those miscreant boys was a runaway from a Fan +village. He had been desirous, with the usual enterprise of young +Fans, of seeing the great world that he knew lay down at the mouth of +the river, <i>i.e</i>. Libreville Gaboon. He had pleaded with +his parents for leave to go down and engage in work there, but the said +parents holding the tenderness of his youth unfitted to combat with +Coast Town life and temptation, refused this request, and so the young +rascal had run away without leave and with a canoe, and was surmised +to have joined the well-known Obanjo. Obanjo owned he had (more +armed canoes were coming round the corner), and said if the mother would +come and fetch her boy she could have him. He for his part would +not have dreamed of taking him if he had known his relations disapproved. +Every one seemed much relieved, except the <i>causa belli</i>. +The Fans did not ask about two boys and providentially we gave the lady +the right one. He went reluctantly. I feel pretty nearly +sure he foresaw more kassengo than fatted calf for him on his return +home. When the Fan canoes were well back round the corner again, +we had a fine hunt for the other boy, and finally unearthed him from +under the bamboo staging.</p> +<p>When we got him out he told the same tale. He also was a runaway +who wanted to see the world, and taking the opportunity of the majority +of the people of his village being away hunting, he had slipped off +one night in a canoe, and dropped down river to the village of the boy +who had just been reclaimed. The two boys had fraternised, and +come on the rest of their way together, lying waiting, hidden up a creek, +for Obanjo, who they knew was coming down river; and having successfully +got picked up by him, they thought they were safe. But after this +affair boy number two judged there was no more safety yet, and that +his family would be down after him very shortly; for he said he was +a more valuable and important boy than his late companion, but his family +were an uncommon savage set. We felt not the least anxiety to +make their acquaintance, so clapped heels on our gallant craft and kept +the paddles going, and as no more Fans were in sight our crew kept at +work bravely. While Obanjo, now in a boisterous state of mind, +and flushed with victory, said things to them about the way they had +collapsed when those two women in a canoe came round that corner, that +must have blistered their feelings, but they never winced. They +laughed at the joke against themselves merrily. The other boy’s +family we never saw and so took him safely to Gaboon, where Obanjo got +him a good place.</p> +<p>Really how much danger there was proportionate to the large amount +of fear on our boat I cannot tell you. It never struck me there +was any, but on the other hand the crew and Obanjo evidently thought +it was a bad place; and my white face would have been no protection, +for the Fans would not have suspected a white of being on such a canoe +and might have fired on us if they had been unduly irritated and not +treated by Obanjo with that fine compound of bully and blarney that +he is such a master of.</p> +<p>Whatever may have been the true nature of the affair, however, it +had one good effect, it got us out of the Rembwé into the Gaboon, +and although at the time this seemed a doubtful blessing, it made for +progress. I had by this time mastered the main points of incapability +in our craft. <i>A</i>. we could not go against the wind. +<i>B</i>. we could not go against the tide. While we were in the +Rembwé there was a state we will designate as <i>C</i> - the +tide coming one way, the wind another. With this state we could +progress, backwards if the wind came up against us too strong, but seawards +if it did not, and the tide was running down. If the tide was +running up, and the wind was coming down, then we went seaward, softly, +softly alongside the mangrove bank, where the rip of the tide stream +is least. When, however, we got down off ’Como Point, we +met there a state I will designate as <i>D</i> - a fine confused set +of marine and fluvial phenomena. For away to the north the ’Como +and Boqué and two other lesser, but considerable streams, were, +with the Rembwé, pouring down their waters in swirling, intermingling, +interclashing currents; and up against them, to make confusion worse +confounded, came the tide, and the tide up the Gaboon is a swift strong +thing, and irregular, and has a rise of eight feet at the springs, two-and-a-half +at the neaps. The wind was lulled too, it being evening time. +In this country it is customary for the wind to blow from the land from +8 P.M. until 8 A.M., from the south-west to the east. Then comes +a lull, either an utter dead hot brooding calm, or light baffling winds +and draughts that breathe a few panting hot breaths into your sails +and die. Then comes the sea breeze up from the south-south-west +or north-west, some days early in the forenoon, some days not till two +or three o’clock. This breeze blows till sundown, and then +comes another and a hotter calm.</p> +<p>Fortunately for us we arrived off the head of the Gaboon estuary +in this calm, for had we had wind to deal with we should have come to +an end. There were one or two wandering puffs, about the first +one of which sickened our counterpane of its ambitious career as a marine +sail, so it came away from its gaff and spread itself over the crew, +as much as to say, “Here, I’ve had enough of this sailing. +I’ll be a counterpane again.” We did a great deal +of fine varied, spirited navigation, details of which, however, I will +not dwell upon because it was successful. We made one or two circles, +taking on water the while and then returned into the south bank backwards. +At that bank we wisely stayed for the night, our meeting with the Gaboon +so far having resulted in wrecking our sail, making Ngouta sea-sick +and me exasperate; for from our noble vessel having during the course +of it demonstrated for the first time her cataclysmic kicking power, +I had had a time of it with my belongings on the bamboo stage. +A basket constructed for catching human souls in, given me as a farewell +gift by a valued friend, a witch doctor, and in which I kept the few +things in life I really cared for, <i>i.e</i>. my brush, comb, tooth +brush, and pocket handkerchiefs, went over the stern; while I was recovering +this with my fishing line (such was the excellent nature of the thing, +I am glad to say it floated) a black bag with my blouses and such essentials +went away to leeward. Obanjo recovered that, but meanwhile my +little portmanteau containing my papers and trade tobacco slid off to +leeward; and as it also contained geological specimens of the Sierra +del Cristal, a massive range of mountains, it must have hopelessly sunk +had it not been for the big black, who grabbed it. All my bedding, +six Equetta cloths, given me by Mr. Hamilton in Opobo River before I +came South, did get away successfully, but were picked up by means of +the fishing line, wet but safe. After this I did not attempt any +more Roman reclining couch luxuries, but stowed all my loose gear under +the bamboo staging, and spent the night on the top of the stage, dozing +precariously with my head on my knees.</p> +<p>When the morning broke, looking seaward I saw the welcome forms of +König (Dambe) and Perroquet (Mbini) Islands away in the distance, +looking, as is their wont, like two lumps of cloud that have dropped +on to the broad Gaboon, and I felt that I was at last getting near something +worth reaching, <i>i.e</i>. Glass, which though still out of sight, +I knew lay away to the west of those islands on the northern shore of +the estuary. And if any one had given me the choice of being in +Glass within twenty-four hours from the mouth of the Rembwé, +or in Paris or London in a week, I would have chosen Glass without a +moment’s hesitation. Much as I dislike West Coast towns +as a general rule, there are exceptions, and of all exceptions, the +one I like most is undoubtedly Glass Gaboon; and its charms loomed large +on that dank chilly morning after a night spent on a bamboo staging +in an unfinished native canoe.</p> +<p>The Rembwé, like the ’Como, is said to rise in the Sierra +del Cristal. It is navigable to a place called Isango which is +above Agonjo; just above Agonjo it receives an affluent on its southern +bank and runs through mountain country, where its course is blocked +by rapids for anything but small canoes. Obanjo did not seem to +think this mattered, as there was not much trade up there, and therefore +no particular reason why any one should want to go higher up. +Moreover he said the natives were an exceedingly bad lot; but Obanjo +usually thinks badly of the bush natives in these regions. Anyhow +they are Fans - and Fans are Fans. He was anxious for me, however, +to start on a trading voyage with him up another river, a notorious +river, in the neighbouring Spanish territory. The idea was I should +buy goods at Glass and we should go together and he would buy ivory +with them in the interior. I anxiously inquired where my profits +were to come in. Obanjo who had all the time suspected me of having +trade motives, artfully said, “What for you come across from Ogowé? +You say, see this country. Ah! I say you come with me. I +show you plenty country, plenty men, elephants, leopards, gorillas. +Oh! plenty thing. Then you say where’s my trade?” +I disclaimed trade motives in a lordly way. Then says he, “You +come with me up there.” I said I’d see about it later +on, for the present I had seen enough men, elephants, gorillas and leopards, +and I preferred to go into wild districts under the French flag to any +flag. I am still thinking about taking that voyage, but I’ll +not march through Coventry with the crew we had down the Rembwé +- that’s flat, as Sir John Falstaff says. Picture to yourselves, +my friends, the charming situation of being up a river surrounded by +rapacious savages with a lot of valuable goods in a canoe and with only +a crew to defend them possessed of such fighting mettle as our crew +had demonstrated themselves to be. Obanjo might be all right, +would be I dare say; but suppose he got shot and you had eighteen stone +odd of him thrown on your hands in addition to your other little worries. +There is little doubt such an excursion would be rich in incident and +highly interesting, but I am sure it would be, from a commercial point +of view, a failure.</p> +<p>Trade has a fascination for me, and going transversely across the +nine-mile-broad rough Gaboon estuary in an unfinished canoe with an +inefficient counterpane sail has none; but I return duty bound to this +unpleasant subject. We started very early in the morning. +We reached the other side entangled in the trailing garments of the +night. I was thankful during that broiling hot day of one thing, +and that was that if Sister Ann was looking out across the river, as +was Sister Ann’s invariable way of spending spare moments, Sister +Ann would never think I was in a canoe that made such audaciously bad +tacks, missed stays, got into irons, and in general behaved in a way +that ought to have lost her captain his certificate. Just as the +night came down, however, we reached the northern shore of the Grand +Gaboon at Dongila, just off the mouth of the ’Como, still some +eleven miles east of König Island, and further still from Glass, +but on the same side of the river, which seemed good work. The +foreshore here is very rocky, so we could not go close alongside but +anchored out among the rocks. At this place there is a considerable +village and a station of the Roman Catholic Mission. When we arrived +a nun was down on the shore with her school children, who were busy +catching shell-fish and generally merry-making. Obanjo went ashore +in the tender, and the holy sister kindly asked me, by him, to come +ashore and spend the night; but I was dead tired and felt quite unfit +for polite society after the long broiling hot day and getting soaked +by water that had washed on board.</p> +<p>We lay off Dongila all night, because of the tide. I lay off +everything, Dongila, canoe and all, a little after midnight. Obanjo +and almost all the crew stayed on shore that night, and I rolled myself +up in an Equetta cloth and went sound and happily asleep on the bamboo +staging, leaving the canoe pitching slightly. About midnight some +change in the tide, or original sin in the canoe, caused her to softly +swing round a bit, and the next news was that I was in the water. +I had long expected this to happen, so was not surprised, but highly +disgusted, and climbed on board, needless to say, streaming. So, +in the darkness of the night I got my portmanteau from the hold and +thoroughly tidied up. The next morning we were off early, coasting +along to Glass, and safely arriving there, I attempted to look as unconcerned +as possible, and vaguely hoped Mr. Hudson would be down in Libreville; +for I was nervous about meeting him, knowing that since he had carefully +deposited me in safe hands with Mme. Jacot, with many injunctions to +be careful, that there were many incidents in my career that would not +meet with his approval. Vain hope! he was on the pier! He +did not approve! He had heard of most of my goings on.</p> +<p>This however in no way detracts from my great obligation to Mr. Hudson, +but adds another item to the great debt of gratitude I owe him; for +had it not been for him I should never have seen the interior of this +beautiful region of the Ogowé. I tried to explain to him +how much I had enjoyed myself and how I realised I owed it all to him; +but he persisted in his opinion that my intentions and ambitions were +suicidal, and took me out the ensuing Sunday, as it were on a string.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XII. FETISH.</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>In which the Voyager attempts cautiously to approach the subject +of Fetish, and gives a classification of spirits, and some account of +the Ibet and Orunda.</i></p> +<p>Having given some account of my personal experiences among an African +tribe in its original state, <i>i.e</i>. in a state uninfluenced by +European ideas and culture, I will make an attempt to give a rough sketch +of the African form of thought and the difficulties of studying it, +because the study of this thing is my chief motive for going to West +Africa. Since 1893 I have been collecting information in its native +state regarding Fetish, and I use the usual terms fetish and ju-ju because +they have among us a certain fixed value - a conventional value, but +a useful one. Neither “fetish” nor “ju-ju” +are native words. Fetish comes from the word the old Portuguese +explorers used to designate the objects they thought the natives worshipped, +and in which they were wise enough to recognise a certain similarity +to their own little images and relics of Saints, “<i>Feitiço</i>.” +Ju-ju, on the other hand, is French, and comes from the word for a toy +or doll, <a name="citation286"></a><a href="#footnote286">{286}</a> +so it is not so applicable as the Portuguese name, for the native image +is not a doll or toy, and has far more affinity to the image of a saint, +inasmuch as it is not venerated for itself, or treasured because of +its prettiness, but only because it is the residence, or the occasional +haunt, of a spirit.</p> +<p>Stalking the wild West African idea is one of the most charming pursuits +in the world. Quite apart from the intellectual, it has a high +sporting interest; for its pursuit is as beset with difficulty and danger +as grizzly bear hunting, yet the climate in which you carry on this +pursuit - vile as it is - is warm, which to me is almost an essential +of existence. I beg you to understand that I make no pretension +to a thorough knowledge of Fetish ideas; I am only on the threshold. +“Ich weiss nicht all doch viel ist mir bekannt,” as Faust +said - and, like him after he had said it, I have got a lot to learn.</p> +<p>I do not intend here to weary you with more than a small portion +of even my present knowledge, for I have great collections of facts +that I keep only to compare with those of other hunters of the wild +idea, and which in their present state are valueless to the cabinet +ethnologist. Some of these may be rank lies, some of them mere +individual mind-freaks, others have underlying them some idea I am not +at present in touch with.</p> +<p>The difficulty of gaining a true conception of the savage’s +real idea is great and varied. In places on the Coast where there +is, or has been, much missionary influence the trouble is greatest, +for in the first case the natives carefully conceal things they fear +will bring them into derision and contempt, although they still keep +them in their innermost hearts; and in the second case, you have a set +of traditions which are Christian in origin, though frequently altered +almost beyond recognition by being kept for years in the atmosphere +of the African mind. For example, there is this beautiful story +now extant among the Cabindas. God made at first all men black +- He always does in the African story - and then He went across a great +river and called men to follow Him, and the wisest and the bravest and +the best plunged into the great river and crossed it; and the water +washed them white, so they are the ancestors of the white men. +But the others were afraid too much, and said, “No, we are comfortable +here; we have our dances, and our tom-toms, and plenty to eat - we won’t +risk it, we’ll stay here”; and they remained in the old +place, and from them come the black men. But to this day the white +men come to the bank, on the other side of the river, and call to the +black men, saying, “Come, it is better over here.” +I fear there is little doubt that this story is a modified version of +some parable preached to the Cabindas at the time the Capuchins had +such influence among them, before they were driven out of the lower +Congo regions more than a hundred years ago, for political reasons by +the Portuguese.</p> +<p>In the bush - where the people have been little, or not at all, in +contact with European ideas - in some ways the investigation is easier; +yet another set of difficulties confronts you. The difficulty +that seems to occur most easily to people is the difficulty of the language. +The West African languages are not difficult to pick up; nevertheless, +there are an awful quantity of them and they are at the best most imperfect +mediums of communication. No one who has been on the Coast can +fail to recognise how inferior the native language is to the native’s +mind behind it - and the prolixity and repetition he has therefore to +employ to make his thoughts understood.</p> +<p>The great comfort is the wide diffusion of that peculiar language, +“trade English”; it is not only used as a means of intercommunication +between whites and blacks, but between natives using two distinct languages. +On the south-west Coast you find individuals in villages far from the +sea, or a trading station, who know it, and this is because they have +picked it up and employ it in their dealings with the Coast tribes and +travelling traders. It is by no means an easy language to pick +up - it is not a farrago of bad words and broken phrases, but is a definite +structure, has a great peculiarity in its verb forms, and employs no +genders. There is no grammar of it out yet; and one of the best +ways of learning it is to listen to a seasoned second mate regulating +the unloading or loading, of cargo, over the hatch of the hold. +No, my Coast friends, I have <i>not</i> forgotten - but though you did +not mean it helpfully, this was one of the best hints you ever gave +me.</p> +<p>Another good way is the careful study of examples which display the +highest style and the most correct diction; so I append the letter given +by Mr. Hutchinson as being about the best bit of trade English I know.</p> +<p>“To Daddy nah Tampin Office, -</p> +<p>Ha Daddy, do, yah, nah beg you tell dem people for me; make dem Sally-own +pussin know. Do yah. Berrah well.</p> +<p>Ah lib nah Pademba Road - one bwoy lib dah oberside lakah dem two +Docter lib overside you Tampin office. Berrah well.</p> +<p>Dah bwoy head big too much - he say nah Militie Ban - he got one +long long ting so so brass, someting lib dah go flip flap, dem call +am key. Berrah well. Had! Dah bwoy kin blow! - she +ah! - na marin, oh! - nah sun time, oh! nah evenin, oh! - nah middle +night, oh! - all same - no make pussin sleep. Not ebry bit dat, +more lib da! One Boney bwoy lib oberside nah he like blow bugle. +When dem two woh-woh bwoy blow dem ting de nize too much too much.</p> +<p>When white man blow dat ting and pussin sleep he kin tap wah make +dem bwoy carn do so? Dem bwoy kin blow ebry day eben Sunday dem +kin blow. When ah yerry dem blow Sunday ah wish dah bugle kin +go down na dem troat or dem kin blow them head-bone inside.</p> +<p>Do nah beg you yah tell all dem people ’bout dah ting wah dem +two bwoy dah blow. Till am Amtrang Boboh hab febah bad. +Till am titty carn sleep nah night. Dah nize go kill me two pickin, +oh!</p> +<p> Plabba +done. Good by Daddy.<br /> Crashey +Jane.”</p> +<p>Now for the elementary student we will consider this letter. +The complaint in Crashey Jane’s letter is about two boys who are +torturing her morning, noon, and night, Sunday and weekday, by blowing +some “long long brass ting” as well as a bugle, and the +way she dwells on their staying power must bring a sympathetic pang +for that black sister into the heart of many a householder in London +who lives next to a ladies’ school, or a family of musical tastes. +“One touch of nature,” etc. “Daddy” is +not a term of low familiarity but one of esteem and respect, and the +“Tampin Office” is a respectful appellation for the Office +of the “New Era” in which this letter was once published. +“Bwoy head big too much,” means that the young man is swelled +with conceit because he is connected with “Militie ban.” +“Woh woh” you will find, among all the natives in the Bights, +to mean extremely bad. I think it is native, having some connection +with the root Wo - meaning power, etc.; but Mr. Hutchinson may be right, +and it may mean “a capacity to bring double woe.”</p> +<p>“Amtrang Boboh” is not the name of some uncivilised savage, +as the uninitiated may think; far from it. It is Bob Armstrong +- upside down, and slightly altered, and refers to the Hon. Robert Armstrong, +stipendiary magistrate of Sierra Leone, etc.</p> +<p>“Berrah well” is a phrase used whenever the native thinks +he has succeeded in putting his statement well. He sort of turns +round and looks at it, says “Berrah well,” in admiration +of his own art, and then proceeds.</p> +<p>“Pickin” are children.</p> +<p>“Boney bwoy” is not a local living skeleton, but a native +from Bonny River.</p> +<p>“Sally own” is Sierra Leone.</p> +<p>“Blow them head-bone inside” means, blow the top off +their heads.</p> +<p>I have a collection of trade English letters and documents, for it +is a language that I regard as exceedingly charming, and it really requires +study, as you will see by reading Crashey Jane’s epistle without +the aid of a dictionary. It is, moreover, a language that will +take you unexpectedly far in Africa, and if you do not understand it, +land you in some pretty situations. One important point that you +must remember is that the African is logically right in his answer to +such a question as “You have not cleaned this lamp?” - he +says, “Yes, sah” - which means, “yes, I have not cleaned +the lamp.” It does not mean a denial to your accusation; +he always uses this form, and it is liable to confuse you at first, +as are many other of the phrases, such as “I look him, I no see +him “; this means “I have been searching for the thing but +have not found it”; if he really meant he had looked upon the +object but had been unable to get to it, he would say: “I look +him, I no catch him,” etc.</p> +<p>The difficulty of the language is, however, far less than the whole +set of difficulties with your own mind. Unless you can make it +pliant enough to follow the African idea step by step, however much +care you may take, you will not bag your game. I heard an account +the other day of a representative of Her Majesty in Africa who went +out for a day’s antelope shooting. There were plenty of +antelope about, and he stalked them with great care; but always, just +before he got within shot of the game, they saw something and bolted. +Knowing he and the boy behind him had been making no sound and could +not have been seen, he stalked on, but always with the same result; +until happening to look round, he saw the boy behind him was supporting +the dignity of the Empire at large, and this representative of it in +particular, by steadfastly holding aloft the consular flag. Well, +if you go hunting the African idea with the flag of your own religion +or opinions floating ostentatiously over you, you will similarly get +a very poor bag.</p> +<p>A few hints as to your mental outfit when starting on this sport +may be useful. Before starting for West Africa, burn all your +notions about sun-myths and worship of the elemental forces. My +own opinion is you had better also burn the notion, although it is fashionable, +that human beings got their first notion of the origin of the soul from +dreams.</p> +<p>I went out with my mind full of the deductions of every book on Ethnology, +German or English, that I had read during fifteen years - and being +a good Cambridge person, I was particularly confident that from Mr. +Frazer’s book, <i>The Golden Bough</i>, I had got a semi-universal +key to the underlying idea of native custom and belief. But I +soon found this was very far from being the case. His idea is +a true key to a certain quantity of facts, but in West Africa only to +a limited quantity.</p> +<p>I do not say, do not read Ethnology - by all means do so; and above +all things read, until you know it by heart, <i>Primitive Culture</i>, +by Dr. E. B. Tylor, regarding which book I may say that I have never +found a fact that flew in the face of the carefully made, broad-minded +deductions of this greatest of Ethnologists. In addition you must +know your Westermarck on <i>Human Marriage</i>, and your Waitz <i>Anthropologie</i>, +and your Topinard - not that you need expect to go measuring people’s +skulls and chests as this last named authority expects you to do, for +no self-respecting person black or white likes that sort of thing from +the hands of an utter stranger, and if you attempt it you’ll get +yourself disliked in West Africa. Add to this the knowledge of +all A. B. Ellis’s works; Burton’s <i>Anatomy of Melancholy</i>; +Pliny’s <i>Natural History</i>; and as much of Aristotle as possible. +If you have a good knowledge of the Greek and Latin classics, I think +it would be an immense advantage; an advantage I do not possess, for +my classical knowledge is scrappy, and in place of it I have a knowledge +of Red Indian dogma: a dogma by the way that seems to me much nearer +the African in type than Asiatic forms of dogma.</p> +<p>Armed with these instruments of observation, with a little industry +and care you should in the mill of your mind be able to make the varied +tangled rag-bag of facts that you will soon become possessed of into +a paper. And then I advise you to lay the results of your collection +before some great thinker and he will write upon it the opinion that +his greater and clearer vision makes him more fit to form.</p> +<p>You may say, Why not bring home these things in their raw state? +And bring them home in a raw state you must, for purposes of reference; +but in this state they are of little use to a person unacquainted with +the conditions which surround them in their native homes. Also +very few African stories bear on one subject alone, and they hardly +ever stick to a point. Take this Fernando Po legend. Winwood +Reade (<i>Savage Africa</i>, p. 62) gives it, and he says he heard it +twice. I have heard it, in variants, four times - once on Fernando +Po, once in Calabar and twice in Gaboon. So it is evidently an +old story: -</p> +<p>“The first man called all people to one place. His name +was Raychow. ‘Hear this, my people’ said he, ‘I +am going to give a name to every place, I am King in this River.’ +One day he came with his people to the Hole of Wonga Wonga, which is +a deep pit in the ground from which fire comes at night. Men spoke +to them from the Hole, but they could not see them. Raychow said +to his son, ‘Go down into the Hole’ - and his son went. +The son of the King of the Hole came to him and defied him to a contest +of throwing the spear. If he lost he should be killed, if he won +he should go back in safety. He won - then the son of the King +of the Hole said, ‘It is strange you should have won, for I am +a spirit. Ask whatever you wish,’ and the King’s son +asked for a remedy for every disease he could remember; and the spirit +gave him the medicines, and when he had done so, he said, ‘There +is one sickness you have forgotten - it is the Krawkraw, and of that +you shall die.’</p> +<p>“A tribe named Ndiva was then strong but now none remain (Winwood +Reade says four remain). They gave Raychow’s son a canoe +and forty men, to take him back to his father’s town, and when +he saw his father he did not speak. His father said, ‘My +son, if you are hungry eat.’ He did not answer, and his +father said, ‘Do you wish me to kill a goat?’ He did +not answer; his father said, ‘Do you wish me to give you new wives?’ +He did not answer. Then his father said, ‘Do you want me +to build you a fetish hut?’ Then he answered, ‘Yes,’ +and the hut was built, and the medicines he had brought back from the +Hole were put into it.</p> +<p>“‘Now,’ said the son of King Raychow, ‘I +go to make Moondah enter the Orongo’ (Gaboon); so he went and +dug a canal and when this was finished all his men were dead. +Then he said, ‘I will go and kill river-horse in the Benito.’ +He killed four, and as he was killing the fifth, the people descended +from the mountains against him. So he made fetish on his great +war-spear and sang</p> +<p> My spear, go kill these people,<br /> Or +these people will kill me;</p> +<p>and the spear went and killed the people, except a few who got into +canoes and flew to Fernando Po. Then said their King, ‘My +people shall never wear cloth till we have conquered the M’pongwe,’ +and to this day the Fernando Poians go naked and hate with a special +hatred the M’pongwe.”</p> +<p>Now this is a noble story - there is a lot of fine confused feeding +in it, as the Scotchman said of boiled sheep’s head.</p> +<p>You learn from it -</p> +<p>A. The name of the first man, and also that he was filled with +a desire for topographical nomenclature.</p> +<p>B. You hear of the Hole Wonga Wonga, and this is most interesting +because to this day, apart from the story, you are told by the natives +of a hole that emits fire, and Dr. Nassau says it is always said to +be north of Gaboon; but so far no white man has any knowledge of an +active volcano there, although the district is of volcanic origin. +The crater of Fernando Po may be referred to in the legend because of +the king’s son being sent home in a canoe; but I do not think +it is, because the Hole is known not to be Fernando Po, and it has got, +according to local tradition, a river running from it or close to it.</p> +<p>C. The kraw-kraw is a frightfully prevalent disease; no one +has a remedy for it, presumably owing to Raychow’s son’s +forgetfulness.</p> +<p>D. The silence of the son to the questions is remarkable, because +you always find people who have been among spirits lose their power +of asking for what they want, for a time, and can only answer to the +right question.</p> +<p>E. The sudden way in which Raychow’s son gets fired with +the desire to turn civil engineer just when he has got a magnificent +opening in life as a doctor is merely the usual flightiness of young +men, who do not see where their true advantages lie - and the conduct +of the men in dying, after digging a canal is normal, and modern experiences +support it, for men who dig canals down in West Africa die plentifully, +be they black, white, or yellow; so you can’t help believing in +those men, although it is strange a black man should have been so enterprising +as to go in for canal digging at all. There is no other case of +it extant to my knowledge, and a remarkable fact is, that the Moondah +does so nearly connect, by one creek, with the Gaboon estuary that you +can drag a boat across the little intervening bit of land.</p> +<p>F. Is a sporting story that turns up a little unexpectedly, +certainly; but the Benito is within easy distance north of the Moondah, +so the geography is all right.</p> +<p>G. The inhabitants of Fernando Po have still an especial hatred +for the M’pongwe, and both they and the M’pongwe have this +account of the one tribe driving the other off the mainland. Then +the Bubis <a name="citation295"></a><a href="#footnote295">{295}</a> +- as the inhabitants on Fernando Po are called, from a confusion arising +in the minds of the sailors calling at Fernando Po, between their stupidity +and their word Bâbi = stranger, which they use as a word of greeting +- these Bubis are undoubtedly a very early African race. Their +culture, though presenting some remarkable points, is on the whole exceedingly +low. They never wear clothes unless compelled to, and their language +depends so much on gesture that they cannot talk in it to each other +in the dark.</p> +<p>I give this as a sample of African stories. It is far more +connected and keeps to the point in a far more business-like way than +most of them. They are of great interest when you know the locality +and the tribe they come from; but I am sure if you were to bring home +a heap of stories like this, and empty them over any distinguished ethnologist’s +head, without ticketing them with the culture of the tribe they belonged +to, the conditions it lives under, and so forth, you would stun him +with the seeming inter-contradiction of some, and utter pointlessness +of the rest, and he would give up ethnology and hurriedly devote his +remaining years to the attempt to collect a million postage stamps, +so as to do something definite before he died. Remember, you must +always have your original material - carefully noted down at the time +of occurrence - with you, so that you may say in answer to his Why? +Because of this, and this, and this.</p> +<p>However good may be the outfit for your work that you take with you, +you will have, at first, great difficulty in realising that it is possible +for the people you are among really to believe things in the way they +do. And you cannot associate with them long before you must recognise +that these Africans have often a remarkable mental acuteness and a large +share of common sense; that there is nothing really “child-like” +in their form of mind at all. Observe them further and you will +find they are not a flighty-minded, mystical set of people in the least. +They are not dreamers, or poets, and you will observe, and I hope observe +closely - for to my mind this is the most important difference between +their make of mind and our own - that they are notably deficient in +all mechanical arts: they have never made, unless under white direction +and instruction, a single fourteenth-rate piece of cloth, pottery, a +tool or machine, house, road, bridge, picture or statue; that a written +language of their own construction they none of them possess. +A careful study of the things a man, black or white, fails to do, whether +for good or evil, usually gives you a truer knowledge of the man than +the things he succeeds in doing. When you fully realise this acuteness +on one hand and this mechanical incapacity on the other which exist +in the people you are studying, you can go ahead. Only, I beseech +you, go ahead carefully. When you have found the easy key that +opens the reason underlying a series of facts, as for example, these: +a Benga spits on your hand as a greeting; you see a man who has been +marching regardless through the broiling sun all the forenoon, with +a heavy load, on entering a village and having put down his load, elaborately +steal round in the shelter of the houses, instead of crossing the street; +you come across a tribe that cuts its dead up into small pieces and +scatters them broadcast, and another tribe that thinks a white man’s +eye-ball is a most desirable thing to be possessed of - do not, when +you have found this key, drop your collecting work, and go home with +a shriek of “I know all about Fetish,” because you don’t, +for the key to the above facts will not open the reason why it is regarded +advisable to kill a person who is making Ikung; or why you should avoid +at night a cotton tree that has red earth at its roots; or why combings +of hair and paring of nails should be taken care of; or why a speck +of blood that may fall from your flesh should be cut out of wood - if +it has fallen on that - and destroyed, and if it has fallen on the ground +stamped and rubbed into the soil with great care. This set requires +another key entirely.</p> +<p>I must warn you also that your own mind requires protection when +you send it stalking the savage idea through the tangled forests, the +dark caves, the swamps and the fogs of the Ethiopian intellect. +The best protection lies in recognising the untrustworthiness of human +evidence regarding the unseen, and also the seen, when it is viewed +by a person who has in his mind an explanation of the phenomenon before +it occurs. The truth is, the study of natural phenomena knocks +the bottom out of any man’s conceit if it is done honestly and +not by selecting only those facts that fit in with his preconceived +or ingrafted notions. And, to my mind, the wisest way is to get +into the state of mind of an old marine engineer who oils and sees that +every screw and bolt of his engines is clean and well watched, and who +loves them as living things, caressing and scolding them himself, defending +them, with stormy language, against the aspersions of the silly, uninformed +outside world, which persists in regarding them as mere machines, a +thing his superior intelligence and experience knows they are not. +Even animistic-minded I got awfully sat upon the other day in Cameroon +by a superior but kindred spirit, in the form of a First Engineer. +I had thoughtlessly repeated some scandalous gossip against the character +of a naphtha launch in the river. “Stuff!” said he +furiously; “she’s all right, and she’d go from June +to January if those blithering fools would let her alone.” +Of course I apologised.</p> +<p>The religious ideas of the Negroes, <i>i.e</i>. the West Africans +in the district from the Gambia to the Cameroon region, say roughly +to the Rio del Rey (for the Bakwiri appear to have more of the Bantu +form of idea than the negro, although physically they seem nearer the +latter), differ very considerably from the religious ideas of the Bantu +South-West Coast tribes. The Bantu is vague on religious subjects; +he gives one accustomed to the Negro the impression that he once had +the same set of ideas, but has forgotten half of them, and those that +he possesses have not got that hold on him that the corresponding or +super-imposed Christian ideas have over the true Negro; although he +is quite as keen on the subject of witchcraft, and his witchcraft differs +far less from the witchcraft of the Negro than his religious ideas do.</p> +<p>The god, in the sense we use the word, is in essence the same in +all of the Bantu tribes I have met with on the Coast: a non-interfering +and therefore a negligible quantity. He varies his name: Anzambi, +Anyambi, Nyambi, Nzambi, Anzam, Nyam, Ukuku, Suku, and Nzam, but a better +investigation shows that Nzam of the Fans is practically identical with +Suku south of the Congo in the Bihe country, and so on.</p> +<p>They regard their god as the creator of man, plants, animals, and +the earth, and they hold that having made them, he takes no further +interest in the affair. But not so the crowd of spirits with which +the universe is peopled, they take only too much interest and the Bantu +wishes they would not and is perpetually saying so in his prayers, a +large percentage whereof amounts to “Go away, we don’t want +you.” “Come not into this house, this village, or +its plantations.” He knows from experience that the spirits +pay little heed to these objurgations, and as they are the people who +must be attended to, he develops a cult whereby they may be managed, +used, and understood. This cult is what we call witchcraft.</p> +<p>As I am not here writing a complete work on Fetish I will leave Nzam +on one side, and turn to the inferior spirits. These are almost +all malevolent; sometimes they can be coaxed into having creditable +feelings, like generosity and gratitude, but you can never trust them. +No, not even if you are yourself a well-established medicine man. +Indeed they are particularly dangerous to medicine men, just as lions +are to lion tamers, and many a professional gentleman in the full bloom +of his practice, gets eaten up by his own particular familiar which +he has to keep in his own inside whenever he has not sent it off into +other people’s.</p> +<p>I am indebted to the Reverend Doctor Nassau for a great quantity +of valuable information regarding Bantu religious ideas - information +which no one is so competent to give as he, for no one else knows the +West Coast Bantu tribes with the same thoroughness and sympathy. +He has lived among them since 1851, and is perfectly conversant with +their languages and culture, and he brings to bear upon the study of +them a singularly clear, powerful, and highly-educated intelligence.</p> +<p>I shall therefore carefully ticket the information I have derived +from him, so that it may not be mixed with my own. I may be wrong +in my deductions, but Dr. Nassau’s are above suspicion.</p> +<p>He says the origin of these spirits is vague - some of them come +into existence by the authority of Anzam (by which you will understand, +please, the same god I have quoted above as having many names), others +are self-existent - many are distinctly the souls of departed human +beings, “which in the future which is all around them” retain +their human wants and feelings, and the Doctor assures me he has heard +dying people with their last breath threatening to return as spirits +to revenge themselves upon their living enemies. He could not +tell me if there was any duration set upon the existence as spirits +of these human souls, but two Congo Français natives, of different +tribes, Benga and Igalwa, told me that when a family had quite died +out, after a time its spirits died too. Some, but by no means +all, of these spirits of human origin, as is the case among the Negro +Effiks, undergo reincarnation. The Doctor told me he once knew +a man whose plantations were devastated by an elephant. He advised +that the beast should be shot, but the man said he dare not because +the spirit of his dead father had passed into the elephant.</p> +<p>Their number is infinite and their powers as varied as human imagination +can make them; classifying them is therefore a difficult work, but Doctor +Nassau thinks this may be done fairly completely into: -</p> +<p>1. Human disembodied spirits - <i>Manu</i>.</p> +<p>2. Vague beings, well described by our word ghosts: <i>Abambo</i>.</p> +<p>3. Beings something like dryads, who resent intrusion into +their territory, on to their rock, past their promontory, or tree. +When passing the residence of one of these beings, the traveller must +go by silently, or with some cabalistic invocation, with bowed or bared +head, and deposit some symbol of an offering or tribute even if it be +only a pebble. You occasionally come across great trees that have +fallen across a path that have quite little heaps of pebbles, small +shells, etc., upon them deposited by previous passers-by. This +class is called <i>Ombwiri</i>.</p> +<p>4. Beings who are the agents in causing sickness, and either +aid or hinder human plans - <i>Mionde</i>.</p> +<p>5. There seems to be, the Doctor says, another class of spirits +somewhat akin to the ancient Lares and Penates, who especially belong +to the household, and descend by inheritance with the family. +In their honour are secretly kept a bundle of finger, or other bones, +nail-clippings, eyes, brains, skulls, particularly the lower jaws, called +in M’pongwe <i>oginga</i>, accumulated from deceased members of +successive generations.</p> +<p>Dr. Nassau says “secretly,” and he refers to this custom +being existent in non-cannibal tribes. I saw bundles of this character +among the cannibal Fans, and among the non-cannibal Adooma, openly hanging +up in the thatch of the sleeping apartment.</p> +<p>6. He also says there may be a sixth class, which may, however +only be a function of any of the other classes - namely, those that +enter into any animal body, generally a leopard. Sometimes the +spirits of living human beings do this, and the animal is then guided +by human intelligence, and will exercise its strength for the purposes +of its temporary human possessor. In other cases it is a non-human +soul that enters into the animal, as in the case of Ukuku.</p> +<p>Spirits are not easily classified by their functions because those +of different class may be employed in identical undertakings. +Thus one witch doctor may have, I find, particular influence over one +class of spirit and another over another class; yet they will both engage +to do identical work. But in spite of this I do not see how you +can classify spirits otherwise than by their functions; you cannot weigh +and measure them, and it is only a few that show themselves in corporeal +form.</p> +<p>There are characteristics that all the authorities seem agreed on, +and one is that individual spirits in the same class vary in power: +some are strong of their sort, some weak.</p> +<p>They are all to a certain extent limited in the nature of their power; +there is no one spirit that can do all things; their efficiency only +runs in certain lines of action and all of them are capable of being +influenced, and made subservient to human wishes, by proper incantations. +This latter characteristic is of course to human advantage, but it has +its disadvantages, for you can never really trust a spirit, even if +you have paid a considerable sum to a most distinguished medicine man +to get a powerful one put up in a ju-ju, or monde, <a name="citation301"></a><a href="#footnote301">{301}</a> +as it is called in several tribes.</p> +<p>The method of making these charms is much the same among Bantu and +Negroes: I have elsewhere described the Gold Coast method, so here confine +myself to the Bantu. This similarity of procedure naturally arises +from the same underlying idea existing in the two races.</p> +<p>You call in the medicine man, the “oganga,” as he is +commonly called in Congo Français tribes. After a variety +of ceremonies and processes, the spirit is induced to localise itself +in some object subject to the will of the possessor. The things +most frequently used are antelopes’ horns, the large snail-shells, +and large nutshells, according to Doctor Nassau. Among the Fan +I found the most frequent charm-case was in the shape of a little sausage, +made very neatly of pineapple fibre, the contents being the residence +of the spirit or power, and the outside coloured red to flatter and +please him - for spirits always like red because it is like blood.</p> +<p>The substance put inside charms is all manner of nastiness, usually +on the sea coast having a high percentage of fowl dung.</p> +<p>The nature of the substance depends on the spirit it is intended +to be attractive to - attractive enough to induce it to leave its present +abode and come and reside in the charm.</p> +<p>In addition to this attractive substance I find there are other materials +inserted which have relation towards the work the spirit will be wanted +to do for its owner. For example, charms made either to influence +a person to be well disposed towards the owner, or the still larger +class made with intent to work evil on other human beings against whom +the owner has a grudge, must have in them some portion of the person +to be dealt with - his hair, blood, nail-parings, etc. - or, failing +that, his or her most intimate belonging, something that has got his +smell in - a piece of his old waist-cloth for example.</p> +<p>This ability to obtain power over people by means of their blood, +hair, nails, etc., is universally diffused; you will find it down in +Devon, and away in far Cathay, and the Chinese, I am told, have in some +parts of their empire little ovens to burn their nail- and hair-clippings +in. The fear of these latter belongings falling into the hands +of evilly-disposed persons is ever present to the West Africans. +The Igalwa and other tribes will allow no one but a trusted friend to +do their hair, and bits of nails and hair are carefully burnt or thrown +away into a river; and blood, even that from a small cut or a fit of +nose-bleeding, is most carefully covered up and stamped out if it has +fallen on the earth. The underlying idea regarding blood is of +course the old one that the blood is the life.</p> +<p>The life in Africa means a spirit, hence the liberated blood is the +liberated spirit, and liberated spirits are always whipping into people +who do not want them.</p> +<p>Charms are made for every occupation and desire in life - loving, +hating, buying, selling, fishing, planting, travelling, hunting, etc., +and although they are usually in the form of things filled with a mixture +in which the spirit nestles, yet there are other kinds; for example, +a great love charm is made of the water the lover has washed in, and +this, mingled with the drink of the loved one, is held to soften the +hardest heart.</p> +<p>Some kinds of charms, such as those to prevent your getting drowned, +shot, seen by elephants, etc., are worn on a bracelet or necklace. +A new-born child starts with a health-knot tied round the wrist, neck, +or loins, and throughout the rest of its life its collection of charms +goes on increasing. This collection does not, however, attain +inconvenient dimensions, owing to the failure of some of the charms +to work.</p> +<p>That is the worst of charms and prayers. The thing you wish +of them may, and frequently does, happen in a strikingly direct way, +but other times it does not. In Africa this is held to arise from +the bad character of the spirits; their gross ingratitude and fickleness. +You may have taken every care of a spirit for years, given it food and +other offerings that you wanted for yourself, wrapped it up in your +cloth on chilly nights and gone cold, put it in the only dry spot in +the canoe, and so on, and yet after all this, the wretched thing will +be capable of being got at by your rival or enemy and lured away, leaving +you only the case it once lived in.</p> +<p>Finding, we will say, that you have been upset and half-drowned, +and your canoe-load of goods lost three times in a week, that your paddles +are always breaking, and the amount of snags in the river and so on +is abnormal, you judge that your canoe-charm has stopped. Then +you go to the medicine man who supplied you with it and complain. +He says it was a perfectly good charm when he sold it you and he never +had any complaints before, but he will investigate the affair; when +he has done so, he either says the spirit has been lured away from the +home he prepared for it by incantations and presents from other people, +or that he finds the spirit is dead; it has been killed by a more powerful +spirit of its class, which is in the pay of some enemy of yours. +In all cases the little thing you kept the spirit in is no use now, +and only fit to sell to a white man as “a big curio!” and +the sooner you let him have sufficient money to procure you a fresh +and still more powerful spirit - necessarily more expensive - the safer +it will be for you, particularly as your misfortunes distinctly point +to some one being desirous of your death. You of course grumble, +but seeing the thing in his light you pay up, and the medicine man goes +busily to work with incantations, dances, looking into mirrors or basins +of still water, and concoctions of messes to make you a new protecting +charm.</p> +<p>Human eye-balls, particularly of white men, I have already said are +a great charm. Dr. Nassau says he has known graves rifled for +them. This, I fancy, is to secure the “man that lives in +your eyes” for the service of the village, and naturally the white +man, being regarded as a superior being, would be of high value if enlisted +into its service. A similar idea of the possibility of gaining +possession of the spirit of a dead man obtains among the Negroes, and +the heads of important chiefs in the Calabar districts are usually cut +off from the body on burial and kept secretly for fear the head, and +thereby the spirit, of the dead chief, should be stolen from the town. +If it were stolen it would be not only a great advantage to its new +possessor, but a great danger to the chief’s old town; because +he would know all the peculiar ju-ju relating to it. For each +town has a peculiar one, kept exceedingly secret, in addition to the +general ju-jus, and this secret one would then be in the hands of the +new owners of the spirit. It is for similar reasons that brave +General MacCarthy’s head was treasured by the Ashantees, and so +on.</p> +<p>Charms are not all worn upon the body, some go to the plantations, +and are hung there, ensuring an unhappy and swift end for the thief +who comes stealing. Some are hung round the bows of the canoe, +others over the doorway of the house, to prevent evil spirits from coming +in - a sort of tame watch-dog spirits.</p> +<p>The entrances to the long street-shaped villages are frequently closed +with a fence of saplings and this sapling fence you will see hung with +fetish charms to prevent evil spirits from entering the village and +sometimes in addition to charms you will see the fence wreathed with +leaves and flowers. Bells are frequently hung on these fences, +but I do not fancy ever for fetish reasons. At Ndorko, on the +Rembwé, there were many guards against spirit visitors, but the +bell, which was carefully hung so that you could not pass through the +gateway without ringing it, was a guard against thieves and human enemies +only.</p> +<p>Frequently a sapling is tied horizontally near the ground across +the entrance. Dr. Nassau could not tell me why, but says it must +never be trodden on. When the smallpox, a dire pestilence in these +regions, is raging, or when there is war, these gateways are sprinkled +with the blood of sacrifices, and for these sacrifices and for the payments +of heavy blood fines, etc., goats and sheep are kept. They are +rarely eaten for ordinary purposes, and these West Coast Africans have +all a perfect horror of the idea of drinking milk, holding this custom +to be a filthy habit, and saying so in unmitigated language.</p> +<p>The villagers eat the meat of the sacrifice, that having nothing +to do with the sacrifice to the spirits, which is the blood, for the +blood is the life. <a name="citation306"></a><a href="#footnote306">{306}</a></p> +<p>Beside the few spirits that the Bantu regards himself as having got +under control in his charms, he has to worship the uncontrolled army +of the air. This he does by sacrifice and incantation.</p> +<p>The sacrifice is the usual killing of something valuable as an offering +to the spirits. The value of the offering in these S.W. Coast +regions has certainly a regular relationship to the value of the favour +required of the spirits. Some favours are worth a dish of plantains, +some a fowl, some a goat and some a human being, though human sacrifice +is very rare in Congo Français, the killing of people being nine +times in ten a witchcraft palaver.</p> +<p>Dr. Nassau, however, says that “the intention of the giver +ennobles the gift,” the spirit being supposed, in some vague way, +to be gratified by the recognition of itself, and even sometimes pleased +with the homage of the mere simulacrum of a gift. I believe the +only class of spirits that have this convenient idea are the Imbwiri; +thus the stones heaped by passers-by on the foot of some great tree, +or rock, or the leaf cast from a passing canoe towards a promontory +on the river, etc., although intrinsically valueless and useless to +the Ombwiri nevertheless gratify him. It is a sort of bow or taking +off one’s hat to him. Some gifts, the Doctor says, are supposed +to be actually utilised by the spirit.</p> +<p>In some part of the long single street of most villages there is +built a low hut in which charms are hung, and by which grows a consecrated +plant, a lily, a euphorbia, or a fig. In some tribes a rudely +carved figure, generally female, is set up as an idol before which offerings +are laid. I saw at Egaja two figures about 2 feet 6 inches high, +in the house placed at my disposal. They were left in it during +my occupation, save that the rolls of cloth (their power) which were +round their necks, were removed by the owner chief; of the significance +of these rolls I will speak elsewhere.</p> +<p>Incantations may be divided into two classes, supplications analogous +to our idea of prayers, and certain cabalistic words and phrases. +The supplications are addresses to the higher spirits. Some are +made even to Anzam himself, but the spirit of the new moon is that most +commonly addressed to keep the lower spirits from molesting.</p> +<p>Dr. Nassau gave me many instances out of the wealth of his knowledge. +One night when he was stopping at a village, he saw standing out in +the open street a venerable chief who addressed the spirits of the air +and begged them, “Come ye not into my town;” he then recounted +his good deeds, praising himself as good, just, honest, kind to his +neighbours, and so on. I must remark that this man had not been +in touch with Europeans, so his ideal of goodness was the native one +- which you will find everywhere among the most remote West Coast natives. +He urged these things as a reason why no evil should befall him, and +closed with an impassioned appeal to the spirits to stay away. +At another time, in another village, when a man’s son had been +wounded and a bleeding artery which the Doctor had closed had broken +out again and the hæmorrhage seemed likely to prove fatal, the +father rushed out into the street wildly gesticulating towards the sky, +saying, “Go away, go away, go away, ye spirits, why do you come +to kill my son?” In another case a woman rushed into the +street, alternately objurgating and pleading with the spirits, who, +she said, were vexing her child which had convulsions. “Observe,” +said the Doctor in his impressive way, “these were distinctly +prayers, appeals for mercy, agonising protests, but there was no praise, +no love, no thanks, no confession of sin.” I said, considering +the underlying idea, I did not see how that could be, thinking of the +thing as they did, and the Doctor and I had one of our little disagreements. +I shall always feel grateful to him for his great toleration of me, +but I am sure this arose from his feeling that I saw there was an underlying +idea in the minds of the people he loved well enough to lay down his +life for in the hope of benefiting and ennobling them, and that I did +not, as many do, set them down as idiotic brutes, glorying in an aimless +cruelty that would be a disgrace to a devil.</p> +<p>Regarding the cabalistic words and phrases, things which had long +given me great trouble to get any comprehension of, the Doctor gave +me great help. He says some of these phrases and words are coined +by the person himself, others are archaisms handed down from ancestors +and believed to possess an efficacy, though their actual meaning is +forgotten. He says they are used at any time as defence from evil, +when a person is startled, sneezes, or stumbles. Among these I +think I ought to class that peculiar form of friendly farewell or greeting +which the Doctor poetically calls a “blown blessing” and +the natives Ibata. I thought the three times it was given to me +that it was just spitting on the hand. Practically it is so, but +the Doctor says the spitting is accidental, a by-product I suppose. +The method consists in taking the right hand in both yours, turning +it palm upwards, bending your head low over it, and saying with great +energy and a violent propulsion of the breath, Ibata.</p> +<p>Idols are comparatively rare in Congo Français, but where +they are used the people have the same idea about them as the true Negroes +have, namely, that they are things which spirits reside in, or haunt, +but not in their corporeal nature adorable. The resident spirit +in them and in the charms and plants, which are also regarded as residences +of spirits, has to be placated with offerings of food and other sacrifices. +You will see in the Fetish huts above mentioned dishes of plantain and +fish left till they rot. Dr. Nassau says the life or essence of +the food only is eaten by the spirit, the form of the vegetable or flesh +being left to be removed when its life is gone out.</p> +<p>In cases of emergency a fowl with its blood is laid at the door of +the Fetish hut, or when pestilence is expected, or an attack by enemies, +or a great man or woman is very ill, goats and sheep are sacrificed +and the blood put in the Fetish hut as well as on the gateways of the +village. These sacrifices among the Fan are made with a very peculiar-shaped +knife, a fine specimen of which I secured by the kindness of Captain +Davies; it is shaped like the head of a hornbill and is quite unlike +the knives in common use among the tribes, which are either long, leaf-shaped +blades sharpened along both edges, or broad, trowel-shaped, almost triangular +daggers. All Fan knives are fine weapons, superior to the knives +of all other Coast tribes I have met with, but the sacrifice knife is +distinctly peculiar. I found to my great interest the same superstition +in Congo Français that I met with first in the Oil Rivers. +Its meaning I am unable to fully account for, but I believe it to be +a form of sacrifice. In Calabar each individual has a certain +forbidden thing or things. These things are either forms of food, +or the method of eating. In Calabar this prohibition is called +Ibet, and when, in consequence of the influence of white culture, a +man gives up his Ibet, he is regarded by good sound ju-juists as leading +an irregular and dissipated life, and even the unintentional breaking +of the Ibet is regarded as very dangerous. Special days are set +apart by each individual; on these days he eats only the smallest quantity +and plainest quality of food. No one must eat with him, nor any +dog, fowl, etc., feed off the crumbs, nor any one watch him while eating. +I suspect on this day the Ibet is eaten, but I have not verified this, +only getting, from an untrustworthy source, a statement that supported +it.</p> +<p>Dr. Nassau told me that among Congo Français tribes certain +rites are performed for children during infancy or youth, in which a +prohibition is laid upon the child as regards the eating of some particular +article of food, or the doing of certain acts. “It is difficult,” +he said, “to get the exact object of the ‘Orunda.’ +Certainly the prohibited article is not in itself evil, for others but +the inhibited individual may eat or do with it as they please. +Most of the natives blindly follow the custom of their ancestors without +being able to give any <i>raison d’être</i>, but again, +from those best able to give a reason, you learn the prohibited article +is a sacrifice ordained for the child by its parents and the magic doctor +as a gift to the governing spirit of its life. The thing prohibited +becomes removed from the child’s common use, and is made sacred +to the spirit. Any use of it by the child or man would therefore +be a sin, which would bring down the spirit’s wrath in the form +of sickness or other evil, which can be atoned for only by expensive +ceremonies or gifts to the magic doctor who intercedes for the offender.”</p> +<p>Anything may be an Orunda or Ibet provided only that it is connected +with food; I have been able to find no definite ground for the selection +of it. The Doctor said, for example, that “once when on +a boat journey, and camped in the forest for the noon-day meal, the +crew of four had no meat. They needed it. I had a chicken +but ate only a portion, and gave the rest to the crew. Three men +ate it with their manioc meal, the fourth would not touch it. +It was his Orunda.” “On another journey,” said +the Doctor, “instead of all my crew leaving me respectfully alone +in the canoe to have my lunch and going ashore to have theirs, one of +them stayed behind in the canoe, and I found his Orunda was only to +eat over water when on a journey by water.” “At another +place, a chief at whose village we once anchored in a small steamer +when a glass of rum was given him, had a piece of cloth held up before +his mouth that the people might not see him drink, which was his Orunda.”</p> +<p>I know some ethnologists will think this last case should be classed +under another head, but I think the Doctor is right. He is well +aware of the existence of the other class of prohibitions regarding +chiefs and I have seen plenty of chiefs myself up the Rembwé +who have no objection to take their drinks <i>coram publico</i>, and +I have no doubt this was only an individual Orunda of this particular +Rembwé chief.</p> +<p>Great care is requisite in these matters, because a man may do or +abstain from doing one and the same thing for divers reasons.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XIII. FETISH - (continued).</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>In which the Voyager discourses on deaths and witchcraft, and, +with no intentional slur on the medical profession, on medical methods +and burial customs, concluding with sundry observations on twins.</i></p> +<p>It is exceedingly interesting to compare the ideas of the Negroes +with those of the Bantu. The mental condition of the lower forms +of both races seems very near the other great border-line that separates +man from the anthropoid apes, and I believe that if we had the material, +or rather if we could understand it, we should find little or no gap +existing in mental evolution in this old, undisturbed continent of Africa.</p> +<p>Let, however, these things be as they may, one thing about Negro +and Bantu races is very certain, and that is that their lives are dominated +by a profound belief in witchcraft and its effects.</p> +<p>Among both alike the rule is that death is regarded as a direct consequence +of the witchcraft of some malevolent human being, acting by means of +spirits, over which he has, by some means or another, obtained control.</p> +<p>To all rules there are exceptions. Among the Calabar negroes, +who are definite in their opinions, I found two classes of exceptions. +The first arises from their belief in a bush-soul. They believe +every man has four souls: <i>a</i>, the soul that survives death; <i>b</i>, +the shadow on the path; <i>c</i>, the dream-soul; <i>d</i>, the bush-soul.</p> +<p>This bush-soul is always in the form of an animal in the forest - +never of a plant. Sometimes when a man sickens it is because his +bush-soul is angry at being neglected, and a witch-doctor is called +in, who, having diagnosed this as being the cause of the complaint, +advises the administration of some kind of offering to the offended +one. When you wander about in the forests of the Calabar region, +you will frequently see little dwarf huts with these offerings in them. +You must not confuse these huts with those of similar construction you +are continually seeing in plantations, or near roads, which refer to +quite other affairs. These offerings, in the little huts in the +forest, are placed where your bush-soul was last seen. Unfortunately, +you are compelled to call in a doctor, which is an expense, but you +cannot see your own bush-soul, unless you are an Ebumtup, a sort of +second-sighter.</p> +<p>But to return to the bush-soul of an ordinary person. If the +offering in the hut works well on the bush-soul, the patient recovers, +but if it does not he dies. Diseases arising from derangements +in the temper of the bush-soul however, even when treated by the most +eminent practitioners, are very apt to be intractable, because it never +realises that by injuring you it endangers its own existence. +For when its human owner dies, the bush-soul can no longer find a good +place, and goes mad, rushing to and fro - if it sees a fire it rushes +into it; if it sees a lot of people it rushes among them, until it is +killed, and when it is killed it is “finish” for it, as +M. Pichault would say, for it is not an immortal soul.</p> +<p>The bush-souls of a family are usually the same for a man and for +his sons, for a mother and for her daughters. Sometimes, however, +I am told all the children take the mother’s, sometimes all take +the father’s. They may be almost any kind of animal, sometimes +they are leopards, sometimes fish, or tortoises, and so on.</p> +<p>There is another peculiarity about the bush-soul, and that is that +it is on its account that old people are held in such esteem among the +Calabar tribes. For, however bad these old people’s personal +record may have been, the fact of their longevity demonstrates the possession +of powerful and astute bush-souls. On the other hand, a man may +be a quiet, respectable citizen, devoted to peace and a whole skin, +and yet he may have a sadly flighty disreputable bush-soul which will +get itself killed or damaged and cause him death or continual ill-health.</p> +<p>There is another way by which a man dies apart from the action of +bush-souls or witchcraft; he may have had a bad illness from some cause +in his previous life and, when reincarnated, part of this disease may +get reincarnated with him and then he will ultimately die of it. +There is no medicine of any avail against these reincarnated diseases.</p> +<p>The idea of reincarnation is very strong in the Niger Delta tribes. +It exists, as far as I have been able to find out, throughout all Africa, +but usually only in scattered cases, as it were; but in the Delta, most +- I think I may say all - human souls of the “surviving soul” +class are regarded as returning to the earth again, and undergoing a +reincarnation shortly after the due burial of the soul.</p> +<p>These two exceptions from the rule of all deaths and sickness being +caused by witchcraft are, however, of minor importance, for infinitely +the larger proportion of death and sickness is held to arise from witchcraft +itself, more particularly among the Bantu.</p> +<p>Witchcraft acts in two ways, namely, witching something out of a +man, or witching something into him. The former method is used +by both Negro and Bantu, but is decidedly more common among the Negroes, +where the witches are continually setting traps to catch the soul that +wanders from the body when a man is sleeping; and when they have caught +this soul, they tie it up over the canoe fire and its owner sickens +as the soul shrivels.</p> +<p>This is merely a regular line of business, and not an affair of individual +hate or revenge. The witch does not care whose dream-soul gets +into the trap, and will restore it on payment. Also witch-doctors, +men of unblemished professional reputation, will keep asylums for lost +souls, <i>i.e</i>. souls who have been out wandering and found on their +return to their body that their place has been filled up by a Sisa, +a low class soul I will speak of later. These doctors keep souls +and administer them to patients who are short of the article.</p> +<p>But there are other witches, either wicked on their own account, +or hired by people who are moved by some hatred to individuals, and +then the trap is carefully set and baited for the soul of the particular +man they wish to injure, and concealed in the bait at the bottom of +the pot are knives and sharp hooks which tear and damage the soul, either +killing it outright, or mauling it so that it causes its owner sickness +on its return to him. I knew the case of a Kruman who for several +nights had smelt in his dreams the savoury smell of smoked crawfish +seasoned with red peppers. He became anxious, and the headman +decided some witch had set a trap baited with this dainty for his dream-soul, +with intent to do him grievous bodily harm, and great trouble was taken +for the next few nights to prevent this soul of his from straying abroad.</p> +<p>The witching of things into a man is far the most frequent method +among the Bantu, hence the prevalence among them of the post-mortem +examination, - a practice I never found among the Negroes.</p> +<p>The belief in witchcraft is the cause of more African deaths than +anything else. It has killed and still kills more men and women +than the slave-trade. Its only rival is perhaps the smallpox, +the Grand Kraw-Kraw, as the Krumen graphically call it.</p> +<p>At almost every death a suspicion of witchcraft arises. The +witch-doctor is called in, and proceeds to find out the guilty person. +Then woe to the unpopular men, the weak women, and the slaves; for on +some of them will fall the accusation that means ordeal by poison, or +fire, followed, if these point to guilt, as from their nature they usually +do, by a terrible death: slow roasting alive - mutilation by degrees +before the throat is mercifully cut - tying to stakes at low tide that +the high tide may come and drown - and any other death human ingenuity +and hate can devise.</p> +<p>The terror in which witchcraft is held is interesting in spite of +all its horror. I have seen mild, gentle men and women turned +by it, in a moment, to incarnate fiends, ready to rend and destroy those +who a second before were nearest and dearest to them. Terrible +is the fear that falls like a spell upon a village when a big man, or +big woman is just known to be dead. The very men catch their breaths, +and grow grey round the lips, and then every one, particularly those +belonging to the household of the deceased, goes in for the most demonstrative +exhibition of grief. Long, low howls creep up out of the first +silence - those blood-curdling, infinitely melancholy, wailing howls +- once heard, never to be forgotten.</p> +<p>The men tear off their clothes and wear only the most filthy rags; +women, particularly the widows, take off ornaments and almost all dress; +their faces are painted white with chalk, their heads are shaven, and +they sit crouched on the earth in the house, in the attitude of abasement, +the hands resting on the shoulders, palm downwards, not crossed across +the breast, unless they are going into the street.</p> +<p>Meanwhile the witch-doctor has been sent for, if he is not already +present, and he sets to work in different ways to find out who are the +persons guilty of causing the death.</p> +<p>Whether the methods vary with the tribe, or with the individual witch-doctor, +I cannot absolutely say, but I think largely with the latter.</p> +<p>Among the Benga I saw a witch-doctor going round a village ringing +a small bell which was to stop ringing outside the hut of the guilty. +Among the Cabindas (Fjort) I saw, at different times, two witch-doctors +trying to find witches, one by means of taking on and off the lid of +a small basket while he repeated the names of all the people in the +village. When the lid refused to come off at the name of a person, +that person was doomed. The other Cabinda doctor first tried throwing +nuts upon the ground, also repeating names. That method apparently +failed. Then he resorted to another, rubbing the flattened palms +of his hands against each other. When the palms refused to meet +at a name, and his hands flew about wildly, he had got his man.</p> +<p>The accused person, if he denies the guilt, and does not claim the +ordeal, is tortured until he not only acknowledges his guilt but names +his accomplices in the murder, for remember this witchcraft is murder +in the African eyes.</p> +<p>If he claims the ordeal, as he usually does, he usually has to take +a poison drink. Among all the Bantu tribes I know this is made +from Sass wood (sass = bad; sass water = rough water; sass surf = bad +surf, etc.), and is a decoction of the freshly pulled bark of a great +hard wood forest tree, which has a tall unbranched stem, terminating +in a crown of branches bearing small leaves. Among the Calabar +tribes the ordeal drink is of two kinds: one made from the Calabar bean, +the other, the great ju-ju drink Mbiam, which is used also in taking +oaths.</p> +<p>In both the sass-wood and Calabar bean drink the only chance for +the accused lies in squaring the witch-doctor, so that in the case of +the sass-wood drink it is allowed to settle before administration, and +in the bean that you get a very heavy dose, both arrangements tending +to produce the immediate emetic effect indicative of innocence. +If this effect does not come on quickly you die a miserable death from +the effects of the poison interrupted by the means taken to kill you +as soon as it is decided from the absence of violent sickness that you +are guilty.</p> +<p>The Mbiam is not poisonous, nor is its use confined, as the use of +the bean is, entirely to witch palaver; but it is the most respected +and dreaded of all oaths, and from its decision there is but one appeal, +the appeal open to all condemned persons, but rarely made - the appeal +to Long ju-ju. This Long ju-ju means almost certain death, and +before it a severe frightening that is worse to a negro mind than mere +physical torture.</p> +<p>The Mbiam oath formula I was able to secure in the upper districts +of the Calabar. One form of it runs thus, and it is recited before +swallowing the drink made of filth and blood: -</p> +<p>“If I have been guilty of this crime,<br />“If I have +gone and sought the sick one’s hurt,<br />“If I have sent +another to seek the sick one’s hurt,<br />“If I have employed +any one to make charms or to cook bush,<br />“Or to put anything +in the road,<br />“Or to touch his cloth,<br />“Or to touch +his yams,<br />“Or to touch his goats,<br />“Or to touch +his fowl,<br />“Or to touch his children,<br />“If I have +prayed for his hurt,<br />“If I have thought to hurt him in my +heart,<br />“If I have any intention to hurt him,<br />“If +I ever, at any time, do any of these things (recite in full),<br />“Or +employ others to do these things (recite in full),<br />“Then, +Mbiam! <i>Thou</i> deal with me.”</p> +<p>This form I give was for use when a man was sick, and things were +generally going badly with him, for it is not customary in cases of +disease to wait until death occurs before making an accusation of witchcraft. +In the case of Mbiam being administered after a death this long and +complicated oath would be worded to meet the case most carefully, the +future intention clauses being omitted. In all cases, whenever +it is used, the greatest care is taken that the oath be recited in full, +oath-takers being sadly prone to kiss their thumb, as it were, particularly +ladies who are taking Mbiam for accusations of adultery, in conjunction +with the boiling oil ordeal. Indeed, so unreliable is this class +of offenders, or let us rather say this class of suspected persons, +that some one usually says the oath for them.</p> +<p>From the penalty and inconveniences of these accusations of witchcraft +there is but one escape, namely flight to a sanctuary. There are +several sanctuaries in Congo Français. The great one in +the Calabar district is at Omon. Thither mothers of twins, widows, +thieves, and slaves fly, and if they reach it are safe. But an +attempt at flight is a confession of guilt; no one is quite certain +the accusation will fall on him, or her, and hopes for the best until +it is generally too late. Moreover, flying anywhere beyond a day’s +march, is difficult work in West Africa. So the killing goes on +and it is no uncommon thing for ten or more people to be destroyed for +one man’s sickness or death; and thus over immense tracts of country +the death-rate exceeds the birth-rate. Indeed some of the smaller +tribes have thus been almost wiped out. In the Calabar district +I have heard of an entire village taking the bean voluntarily because +another village had accused it <i>en bloc</i> of witchcraft. Miss +Slessor has frequently told me how, during a quarrel, one person has +accused another of witchcraft, and the accused has bolted off in a towering +rage and swallowed the bean.</p> +<p>The witch-doctor is not always the cause of people being subjected +to the ordeal or torture. In Calabar and the Okÿon districts +all the widows of a dead man are subjected to ordeal.</p> +<p>They have to go the next night after the death, before an assemblage +of chiefs and the general surrounding crowd, to a cleared space where +there is a fire burning. A fowl is tied to the right hand of each +widow, and should that fowl fail to cluck at the sight of the fire the +woman is held guilty of having bewitched her dead husband and is dealt +with accordingly.</p> +<p>Among the Bantu, although the killing among the wives from the accusation +of witchcraft is high, some of them being almost certain to fall victims, +yet there is not the wholesale slaughter of women and slaves sent down +with the soul of the dead that there is among the Negroes.</p> +<p>In doubtful cases of death,<i> i.e</i>. in all cases not arising +from actual violence, when blood shows in the killing, the Bantu of +the S.W. Coast make post-mortem examinations. Notably common is +this practice among the Cameroons and Batanga region tribes. The +body is cut open to find in the entrails some sign of the path of the +injected witch.</p> +<p>I am informed that it is the lung that is most usually eaten by the +spirit. If the deceased is a witch-doctor it is thought, as I +have mentioned before, that his familiar spirit has eaten him internally, +and he is opened with a view of securing and destroying his witch. +In 1893 I saw in a village in Kacongo five unpleasant-looking objects +stuck on sticks. They were the livers and lungs, and in fact the +plucks, of witch-doctors, and the inhabitants informed me they were +the witches that had been found in them on post-mortems and then been +secured.</p> +<p>Mrs. Grenfell, of the Upper Congo, told me in the same year, when +I had the pleasure of travelling with her from Victoria to Matadi, that +a similar practice was in vogue among several of the Upper Congo tribes.</p> +<p>Again in 1893 I came across another instance of the post-mortem practice. +A woman had dropped down dead on a factory beach at Corisco Bay. +The natives could not make it out at all. They were irritated +about her conduct: “She no sick, she no complain, she no nothing, +and then she go die one time.”</p> +<p>The post-mortem showed a burst aneurism. The native verdict +was “She done witch herself,” <i>i.e</i>. she was a witch +eaten by her own familiar.</p> +<p>The general opinion held by people living near a river is that the +spirit of a witch can take the form of a crocodile to do its work in; +those who live away from large rivers or in districts like Congo Français, +where crocodiles are not very savage, hold that the witch takes on the +form of a leopard. Still the crocodile spirit form is believed +in in Congo Français, and to a greater extent in Kacongo, because +here the crocodiles of the Congo are very ferocious and numerous, taking +as heavy a toll in human life as they do in the delta of the Niger and +the estuaries of the Sierra Leone and Sherboro’ Rivers.</p> +<p>One witch-doctor I know in Kacongo had a strange professional method. +When, by means of his hand rubbings, etc., he had got hold of a witch +or a bewitched one, he always gave the unfortunate an emetic and always +found several lively young crocodiles in the consequence, and the stories +of the natives in this region abound in accounts of people who have +been carried off by witch crocodiles, and kept in places underground +for years. I often wonder whether this idea may not have arisen +from the well-known habit of the crocodile of burying its prey on the +bank. Sometimes it will take off a limb of its victim at once, +but frequently it buries the body whole for a few days before eating +it. The body is always buried if it is left to the crocodile.</p> +<p>I have a most profound respect for the whole medical profession, +but I am bound to confess that the African representatives of it are +a little empirical in their methods of treatment. The African +doctor is not always a witch-doctor in the bargain, but he is usually. +Lady doctors abound. They are a bit dangerous in pharmacy, but +they do not often venture on surgery, so on the whole they are safer, +for African surgery is heroic. Dr. Nassau cited the worst case +of it I know of. A man had been accidentally shot in the chest +by another man with a gun on the Ogowé. The native doctor +who was called in made a perpendicular incision into the man’s +chest, extending down to the last rib; he then cut diagonally across, +and actually lifted the wall of the chest, and groped about among the +vitals for the bullet which he successfully extracted. Patient +died. No anæsthetic was employed.</p> +<p>I came across a minor operation. A man had broken the ulna +of the left arm. The native doctor got a piece - a very nice piece +- of bamboo, drove it in through the muscles and integuments from the +wrist to the elbow, then encased the limb in plantain leaves, and bound +it round, tightly and neatly, needless to say with tie-tie. The +arm and hand when I saw it, some six or seven months after the operation, +was quite useless, and was withering away.</p> +<p>Many of their methods, however, are better. The Dualla medicos +are truly great on poultices for extracting foreign substances, such +as bits of iron cooking-pot - a very frequent form of foreign substance +in a man out here, owing to their being generally used as bullets. +Almost incredible stories are told by black and white of the efficacy +of these poultices; one case I heard from a reliable source of a man +who had been shot with fragments of iron pot in the thigh. The +white doctor extracted several pieces and said he had got all out, but +the man still went on suffering, and could not walk, so, at his request, +a native doctor was called in, and he applied his poultice. In +a few minutes he removed it, and on its face were two pieces of jagged +iron pot. Probably they had been in the poultice when it was applied, +anyhow the patient recovered rapidly.</p> +<p>Baths accompanied by massage are much esteemed. The baths are +sometimes of hot water with a few herbs thrown in, sometimes they are +made by digging a hole in the earth and putting into it a quantity of +herbs, and bruised cardamoms, and peppers. Boiling water is then +plentifully poured over these and the patient is placed in the bath +and is covered over with the parboiled green stuff; a coating of clay +is then placed over all, leaving just the head sticking out. The +patient remains in this bath for a period of a few hours, up to a day +and a half, and when taken out is well rubbed and kneaded. This +form of bath I saw used by the M’pongwe and Igalwas, and it is +undoubtedly good for many diseases, notably for that curse of the Coast, +rheumatism, which afflicts black and white alike. Rubbing and +kneading and hot baths are, I think, the best native remedies, and the +plaster of grains-of-paradise pounded up, and mixed with clay, and applied +to the forehead as a remedy for malarial headache, or brow ague, is +often very useful, but apart from these, I have never seen, in any of +these herbal remedies, any trace of a really valuable drug.</p> +<p>The Calabar natives are notably behindhand in their medical methods, +depending more on ju-ju than the Bantus. In a case of rheumatism, +for example, instead of ordering the hot bath, the local practitioner +will “woka” his patient and extract from the painful part, +even when it has not been wounded, pieces of iron pot, millipedes, etc., +and, in cases of dysentery, bundles of shred-up palm-leaves. These +things, he asserts, have been by witchcraft inserted into the patient. +His conduct can hardly be regarded as professional; and moreover as +he goes on to diagnose who has witched these things into the patient’s +anatomy, it is highly dangerous to the patient’s friends, relations, +and neighbours into the bargain.</p> +<p>With no intentional slur on the medical profession, after this discussion +on their methods I will pass on to the question of dying.</p> +<p>Dying in West Africa particularly in the Niger Delta, is made very +unpleasant for the native by his friends and relations.</p> +<p>When a person is insensible, violent means are taken to recall the +spirit to the body. Pepper is forced up the nose and into the +eyes. The mouth is propped open with a stick. The shredded +fibres of the outside of the oil-nut are set alight and held under the +nose and the whole crowd of friends and relations with whom the stifling +hot hut is tightly packed yell the dying man’s name at the top +of their voices, in a way that makes them hoarse for days, just as if +they were calling to a person lost in the bush or to a person struggling +and being torn or lured away from them. “Hi, hi, don’t +you hear? come back, come back. See here. This is your place,” +etc.</p> +<p>This custom holds good among both Negroes and Bantus; but the funeral +ceremonies vary immensely, in fact with every tribe, and form a subject +the details of which I will reserve for a separate work on Fetish.</p> +<p>Among the Okÿon tribes especial care is taken in the case of +a woman dying and leaving a child over six months old. The underlying +idea is that the spirit of the mother is sure to come back and fetch +the child, and in order to pacify her and prevent the child dying, it +is brought in and held just in front of the dead body of the mother +and then gradually carried away behind her where she cannot see it, +and the person holding the child makes it cry out and says, “See, +your child is here, you are going to have it with you all right.” +Then the child is hastily smuggled out of the hut, while a bunch of +plantains is put in with the body of the woman and bound up with the +funeral binding clothes.</p> +<p>Very young children they do not attempt to keep, but throw them away +in the bush alive, as all children are thrown who have not arrived in +this world in the way considered orthodox, or who cut their teeth in +an improper way. Twins are killed among all the Niger Delta tribes, +and in districts out of English control the mother is killed too, except +in Omon, where the sanctuary is.</p> +<p>There twin mothers and their children are exiled to an island in +the Cross River. They have to remain on the island and if any +man goes across and marries one of them he has to remain on the island +too. This twin-killing is a widely diffused custom among the Negro +tribes.</p> +<p>There is always a sense of there being something uncanny regarding +twins in West Africa, and in those tribes where they are not killed +they are regarded as requiring great care to prevent them from dying +on their own account. I remember once among the Tschwi <a name="citation324"></a><a href="#footnote324">{324}</a> +trying to amuse a sickly child with an image which was near it and which +I thought was its doll. The child regarded me with its great melancholy +eyes pityingly, as much as to say, “A pretty fool <i>you</i> are +making of yourself,” and so I was, for I found out that the image +was not a doll at all but an image of the child’s dead twin which +was being kept near it as a habitation for the deceased twin’s +soul, so that it might not have to wander about, and, feeling lonely, +call its companion after it.</p> +<p>The terror with which twins are regarded in the Niger Delta is exceedingly +strange and real. When I had the honour of being with Miss Slessor +at Okÿon, the first twins in that district were saved with their +mother from immolation owing entirely to Miss Slessor’s great +influence with the natives and her own unbounded courage and energy. +The mother in this case was a slave woman - an Eboe, the most expensive +and valuable of slaves. She was the property of a big woman who +had always treated her - as indeed most slaves are treated in Calabar +- with great kindness and consideration, but when these two children +arrived all was changed; immediately she was subjected to torrents of +virulent abuse, her things were torn from her, her English china basins, +possessions she valued most highly, were smashed, her clothes were torn, +and she was driven out as an unclean thing. Had it not been for +the fear of incurring Miss Slessor’s anger, she would, at this +point, have been killed with her children, and the bodies thrown into +the bush.</p> +<p>As it was, she was hounded out of the village. The rest of +her possessions were jammed into an empty gin case and cast to her. +No one would touch her, as they might not touch to kill. Miss +Slessor had heard of the twins’ arrival and had started off, barefooted +and bareheaded, at that pace she can go down a bush path. By the +time she had gone four miles she met the procession, the woman coming +to her and all the rest of the village yelling and howling behind her. +On the top of her head was the gin-case, into which the children had +been stuffed, on the top of them the woman’s big brass skillet, +and on the top of that her two market calabashes. Needless to +say, on arriving Miss Slessor took charge of affairs, relieving the +unfortunate, weak, staggering woman from her load and carrying it herself, +for no one else would touch it, or anything belonging to those awful +twin things, and they started back together to Miss Slessor’s +house in the forest-clearing, saved by that tact which, coupled with +her courage, has given Miss Slessor an influence and a power among the +negroes unmatched in its way by that of any other white.</p> +<p>She did not take the twins and their mother down the village path +to her own house, for though had she done so the people of Okÿon +would not have prevented her, yet so polluted would the path have been, +and so dangerous to pass down, that they would have been compelled to +cut another, no light task in that bit of forest, I assure you. +So Miss Slessor stood waiting in the broiling sun, in the hot season’s +height, while a path was being cut to enable her just to get through +to her own grounds. The natives worked away hard, knowing that +it saved the polluting of a long stretch of market road, and when it +was finished Miss Slessor went to her own house by it and attended with +all kindness, promptness, and skill, to the woman and children. +I arrived in the middle of this affair for my first meeting with Miss +Slessor, and things at Okÿon were rather crowded, one way and another, +that afternoon. All the attention one of the children wanted - +the boy, for there was a boy and a girl - was burying, for the people +who had crammed them into the box had utterly smashed the child’s +head. The other child was alive, and is still a member of that +household of rescued children all of whom owe their lives to Miss Slessor. +There are among them twins from other districts, and delicate children +who must have died had they been left in their villages, and a very +wonderful young lady, very plump and very pretty, aged about four. +Her mother died a few days after her birth, so the child was taken and +thrown into the bush, by the side of the road that led to the market. +This was done one market-day some distance from the Okÿon town. +This particular market is held every ninth day, and on the succeeding +market-day some women from the village by the side of Miss Slessor’s +house happened to pass along the path and heard the child feebly crying: +they came into Miss Slessor’s yard in the evening, and sat chatting +over the day’s shopping, etc., and casually mentioned in the way +of conversation that they had heard the child crying, and that it was +rather remarkable it should be still alive. Needless to say, Miss +Slessor was off, and had that waif home. It was truly in an awful +state, but just alive. In a marvellous way it had been left by +leopards and snakes, with which this bit of forest abounds, and, more +marvellous still, the driver ants had not scented it. Other ants +had considerably eaten into it one way and another; nose, eyes, etc., +were swarming with them and flies; the cartilage of the nose and part +of the upper lip had been absolutely eaten into, but in spite of this +she is now one of the prettiest black children I have ever seen, which +is saying a good deal, for negro children are very pretty with their +round faces, their large mouths not yet coarsened by heavy lips, their +beautifully shaped flat little ears, and their immense melancholy deer-like +eyes, and above these charms they possess that of being fairly quiet. +This child is not an object of terror, like the twin children; it was +just thrown away because no one would be bothered to rear it, but when +Miss Slessor had had all the trouble of it the natives had no objection +to pet and play with it, calling it “the child of wonder,” +because of its survival.</p> +<p>With the twin baby it was very different. They would not touch +it and only approached it after some days, and then only when it was +held by Miss Slessor or me. If either of us wanted to do or get +something, and we handed over the bundle to one of the house children +to hold, there was a stampede of men and women off the verandah, out +of the yard, and over the fence, if need be, that was exceedingly comic, +but most convincing as to the reality of the terror and horror in which +they held the thing. Even its own mother could not be trusted +with the child; she would have killed it. She never betrayed the +slightest desire to have it with her, and after a few days’ nursing +and feeding up she was anxious to go back to her mistress, who, being +an enlightened woman, was willing to have her if she came without the +child.</p> +<p>The main horror is undoubtedly of the child, the mother being killed +more as a punishment for having been so intimately mixed up in bringing +the curse, danger, and horror into the village than for anything else.</p> +<p>The woman went back by the road that had been cut for her coming, +and would have to live for the rest of her life an outcast, and for +a long time in a state of isolation, in a hut of her own into which +no one would enter, neither would any one eat or drink with her, nor +partake of the food or water she had cooked or fetched. She would +lead the life of a leper, working in the plantation by day, and going +into her lonely hut at night, shunned and cursed. I tried to find +out whether there was any set period for this quarantine, and all I +could arrive at was that if - and a very considerable if - a man were +to marry her and she were subsequently to present to Society an acceptable +infant, she would be to a certain extent socially rehabilitated, but +she would always be a woman with a past - a thing the African, to his +credit be it said, has no taste for.</p> +<p>The woman’s own lamentations were pathetic. She would +sit for hours singing or rather mourning out a kind of dirge over herself: +“Yesterday I was a woman, now I am a horror, a thing all people +run from. Yesterday they would eat with me, now they spit on me. +Yesterday they would talk to me with a sweet mouth, now they greet me +only with curses and execrations. They have smashed my basin, +they have torn my clothes,” and so on, and so on. There +was no complaint against the people for doing these things, only a bitter +sense of injury against some superhuman power that had sent this withering +curse of twins down on her. She knew not why; she sang “I +have not done this, I have not done that” - and highly interesting +information regarding the moral standpoint a good deal of it was. +I have tried to find out the reason of this widely diffused custom which +is the cause of such a pitiful waste of life; for in addition to the +mother and children being killed it often leads to other people, totally +unconcerned in the affair, being killed by the relatives of the sufferer +on the suspicion of having caused the calamity by witchcraft, and until +one gets hold of the underlying idea, and can destroy that, the custom +will be hard to stamp out in a district like the great Niger Delta. +But I have never been able to hunt it down, though I am sure it is there, +and a very quaint idea it undoubtedly is. The usual answer is, +“It was the custom of our fathers,” but that always and +only means, “We don’t intend to tell.”</p> +<p>Funeral customs vary considerably between the Negro and Bantu, and +I never yet found among the Bantu those unpleasant death charms which +are in vogue in the Niger Delta.</p> +<p>The Calabar people, when the Consular eye is off them, bury under +the house. In the case of a great chief the head is cut off and +buried with great secrecy somewhere else, for reasons I have already +stated. The body is buried a few days after death, but the really +important part of the funeral is the burying of the spirit, and this +is the thing that causes all the West Africans, Negro and Bantu alike, +great worry, trouble, and expense. For the spirit, no matter what +its late owner may have been, is malevolent - all native-made spirits +are. The family have to get together a considerable amount of +wealth to carry out this burial of the spirit, so between the body-burying +and the spirit-burying a considerable time usually elapses; maybe a +year, maybe more. The custom of keeping the affair open until +the big funeral can be made obtains also in Cabinda and Loango, but +there, instead of burying the body in the meantime, <a name="citation329"></a><a href="#footnote329">{329}</a> +it is placed upon a platform of wood, and slow fires kept going underneath +to dry it, a mat roof being usually erected over it to keep off rain. +When sufficiently dried, it is wrapped in clothes and put into a coffin, +until the money to finish the affair is ready. The Duallas are +more tied down; their death-dances must be celebrated, I am informed, +on the third, seventh, and ninth day after death. On these days +the spirit is supposed to be particularly present in its old home. +In all the other cases, I should remark, the spirit does not leave the +home until its devil is made and if this is delayed too long he naturally +becomes fractious.</p> +<p>Among the Congo Français tribes there are many different kinds +of burial - as the cannibalistic of the Fan. I may remark, however, +that they tell me themselves that it is considered decent to bury a +relative, even if you subsequently dig him up and dispose of the body +to the neighbours. Then there is the earth-burial of the Igalwas +and M’pongwe, and the beating into unrecognisable pulp of the +body which, I am told on good native authority, is the method of several +Upper Ogowé tribes, including the Adoomas. I had no opportunity +of making quiet researches on burial customs when I was above Njoli, +because I was so busy trying to avoid qualifying for a burial myself; +so I am not quite sure whether this method is the general one among +these little-known tribes, as I am told by native traders, who have +it among them that it is - or whether it is reserved for the bodies +of people believed to have been possessed of dangerous souls.</p> +<p>Destroying the body by beating up, or by cutting up, is a widely +diffused custom in West Africa in the case of dangerous souls, and is +universally followed with those that have contained wanderer-souls, +<i>i.e</i>. those souls which keep turning up in the successive infants +of a family. A child dies, then another child comes to the same +father or mother, and that dies, after giving the usual trouble and +expense. A third arrives and if that dies, the worm - the father, +I mean - turns, and if he is still desirous of more children, he just +breaks one of the legs of the body before throwing it in the bush.</p> +<p>This he thinks will act as a warning to the wanderer-soul and give +it to understand that if it will persist in coming into his family, +it must settle down there and give up its flighty ways. If a fourth +child arrives in the family, “it usually limps,” and if +it dies, the justly irritated parent cuts its body up carefully into +very small pieces, and scatters them, doing away with the soul altogether.</p> +<p>The Kama country people of the lower Ogowé are more superstitious +and full of observances than the upper river tribes.</p> +<p>Particularly rich in Fetish are the Ncomi, a Fernan Vaz tribe. +I once saw a funeral where they had been called in to do the honours, +and M. Jacot told me of an almost precisely similar occurrence that +he had met with in one of his many evangelising expeditions from Lembarene. +I will give his version because of his very superior knowledge of the +language.</p> +<p>He was staying in a Fan town where one of the chiefs had just died. +The other chief (there are usually two in a Fan town) decided that his +deceased <i>confrère</i> should have due honour paid him, and +resolved to do the thing handsomely.</p> +<p>The Fans openly own to not understanding thoroughly about death and +life and the immortality of the soul, and things of that sort, and so +the chief called in the Ncomi, who are specialists in these subjects, +to make the funeral customs.</p> +<p>M. Jacot said the chief made a speech to the effect that the Fans +did not know about these things, but their neighbours, the Ncomi, were +known to be well versed in them and the proper things to do, so he had +called them in to pay honour to the dead chief. Then the Ncomi +started and carried on their weird, complicated death-dance.</p> +<p>The Fans sat and stood round watching them in a ring for a long time, +but to a rational, common-sense, shrewd, unimaginative set of people +like the Fans, just standing hour after hour gazing on a dance you do +not understand, and which consists of a wriggle and a stamp, a wriggle +and a stamp, in a solemn walk, or prance, round and round, to the accompaniment +of a monotonous phrase thumped on a tom-tom and a monotonous, melancholy +chant, uttered in a minor key interspersed every few minutes with an +emphatic howl, produces a feeling of boredom, therefore the Fans softly +stole away and went to bed, which disgusted the Ncomi, and there was +a row. In the dance I saw the same thing happened, only when the +Ncomi saw the audience getting thin they complained and said that they +were doing this dance in honour of the Fans’ chief, in a neighbourly +way, and the very least the Fans could do, as they couldn’t dance +themselves, was to sit still and admire people who could. The +Fan chief in my village quite saw it, and went and had the Fans who +had gone home early turned up and made them come and see the performance +some more; this they did for a time, and then stole off again, or slept +in their seats, and the Ncomi were highly disgusted at those brutes +of Fans, whom they regarded, they said in their way, as Philistines +of an utterly obtuse and degraded type.</p> +<p>The Ncomi themselves put the body into coffins. A barrel is +the usual one, but gun-cases or two trade boxes, the ends knocked out +and the cases fitted together, is another frequent form of coffin used +by them. These coffins are not buried, but are put into special +places in the forest.</p> +<p>Along the bank of the Ogowé you will notice here and there +long stretches of uninhabited bush. These are not all mere stretches +of swamp forest. If you land on some of these and go in a little +way you will find the forest full of mounds - or rather heaps, because +they have no mould over them - made of branches of trees and leaves; +underneath each of these heaps there are the remains of a body. +One very evil-looking place so used I found when I was on the Karkola +river. Dr. Nassau tells me they are the usual burying grounds +(<i>Abe</i>) of the Ajumbas.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XIV. FETISH - (continued).</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>In which the Voyager discourses on the legal methods of natives +of this country, the ideas governing forms of burial, of their manner +of mourning for their dead, and the condition of the African soul in +the under-world.</i></p> +<p>Great as are the incidental miseries and dangers surrounding death +to all the people in the village in which a death occurs, undoubtedly +those who suffer most are the widows of a chief or free man.</p> +<p>The uniform custom among both Negroes and Bantus is that those who +escape execution on the charge of having witched the husband to death, +shall remain in a state of filth and abasement, not even removing vermin +from themselves, until after the soul-burial is complete - the soul +of the dead man being regarded as hanging about them and liable to be +injured. Therefore, also to the end of preventing his soul from +getting damaged, they are confined to their huts; this latter restriction +is not rigidly enforced, but it is held theoretically to be the correct +thing.</p> +<p>They maintain the attitude of grief and abasement, sitting on the +ground, eating but little food, and that of a coarse kind. In +Calabar their legal rights over property, such as slaves, are meanwhile +considerably in abeyance, and they are put to great expense during the +time the spirit is awaiting burial. They have to keep watch, two +at a time, in the hut, where the body is buried, keeping lights burning, +and they have to pay out of their separate estate for the entertainment +of all the friends of the deceased who come to pay him compliment; and +if he has been an important man, a big man, the whole district will +come, not in a squadron, but just when it suits them, exactly as if +they were calling on a live friend. Thus it often happens that +even a big woman is bankrupt by the expense. I will not go into +the legal bearings of the case here, for they are intricate, and, to +a great extent, only interesting to a student of Negro law.</p> +<p>The Bantu women occupy a far inferior position in regard to the rights +of property to that held by the Negro women.</p> +<p>The disposal of wives after the death of the husband among the M’pongwe +and Igalwa is a subject full of interest; but it is, like most of their +law, very complicated. The brothers of the deceased are supposed +to take them - the younger brother may not marry the elder brother’s +widows, but the elder brothers may marry those of the younger brother. +Should any of the women object to the arrangement, they may “leave +the family.”</p> +<p>I own that the ground principle of African law practically is “the +simple plan that they should take who have the power, and they should +keep who can,” and this tells particularly against women and children +who have not got living, powerful relations of their own. Unless +the children of a man are grown up and sufficiently powerful on their +own account, they have little chance of sharing in the distribution +of his estate; but in spite of this abuse of power there is among Negroes +and Bantus a definite and acknowledged Law, to which an appeal can be +made by persons of all classes, provided they have the wherewithal to +set the machinery of it in motion. The difficulty the children +and widows have in sharing in the distribution of the estate of the +father and husband arises, I fancy, in the principle of the husband’s +brothers being the true heir, which has sunk into a fossilised state +near the trading stations in the face of the white culture. The +reason for this inheritance of goods passing from the man to his brother +by the same mother has no doubt for one of its origins the recognition +of the fact that the brother by the same mother must be a near relation, +whereas, in spite of the strict laws against adultery, the relationship +to you of the children born of your wives is not so certain. Nevertheless +this is one of the obvious and easy explanations for things it is well +to exercise great care before accepting, for you must always remember +that the African’s mind does not run on identical lines with the +European - what may be self-evident to you is not so to him, and <i>vice +versa</i>. I have frequently heard African metaphysicians complain +that white men make great jumps in their thought-course, and do not +follow an idea step by step. You soon become conscious of the +careful way a Negro follows his idea. Certain customs of his you +can, by the exercise of great patience, trace back in a perfectly smooth +line from their source in some natural phenomenon. Others, of +course, you cannot, the traces of the intervening steps of the idea +having been lost, owing partly to the veneration in which old customs +are held, which causes them to regard the fact that their fathers had +this fashion as reason enough for their having it, and above all to +the total absence of all but oral tradition. But so great a faith +have I in the lack of inventive power in the African, that I feel sure +all their customs, had we the material that has slipped down into the +great swamp of time, could be traced back either, as I have said, to +some natural phenomenon, or to the thing being advisable, for reasons +of utility.</p> +<p>The uncertainty in the parentage of offspring may seem to be such +a utilitarian underlying principle, but, on the other hand, it does +not sufficiently explain the varied forms of the law of inheritance, +for in some tribes the eldest or most influential son does succeed to +his father’s wealth; in other places you have the peculiar custom +of the chief slave inheriting. I think, from these things, that +the underlying idea in inheritance of property is the desire to keep +the wealth of “the house,” <i>i.e</i>. estate, together, +and if it were allowed to pass into the hands of weak people, like women +and young children, this would not be done. Another strong argument +against the theory that it arises from the doubtful relationship of +the son, is that certain ju-ju always go to the son of the chief wife, +if he is old enough, at the time of the father’s death, even in +those tribes where the wealth goes elsewhere.</p> +<p>Certain tribes acknowledge the right of the women and children to +share in the dead man’s wealth, given that these are legally married +wives, or the children of legally married wives; it is so in Cameroons, +for example. An esteemed friend of mine who helps to manage things +for the Fatherland down there was trying a palaver the other day with +a patience peculiar to him, and that intelligent and elaborate care +I should think only a mind trained on the methods of German metaphysicians +could impart into that most wearisome of proceedings, wherein every +one says the same thing over fourteen different times at least, with +a similar voice and gesture, the only variation being in the statements +regarding the important points, and the facts of the case, these varying +with each individual. This palaver was made by a son claiming +to inherit part of his father’s property; at last, to the astonishment, +and, of course, the horror, of the learned judge, the defendant, the +wicked uncle, pleaded through the interpreter, “This man cannot +inherit his father’s property, because his parents married for +love.” There is no encouragement to foolishness of this +kind in Cameroon, where legal marriage consists in purchase.</p> +<p>In Bonny River and in Opobo the inheritance of “the house” +is settled primarily by a vote of the free men of the house; when the +chief dies, their choice has to be ratified by the other chiefs of houses; +but in Bonny and Opobo the white traders have had immense influence +for a long time, so one cannot now find out how far this custom is purely +native in idea.</p> +<p>Among the Fans the uncle is, as I have before said, an important +person although the father has more rights than among the Igalwa, and +here I came across a peculiar custom regarding widows. M. Jacot +cited to me a similar case or so, one of which I must remark was in +an Ajumba town. The widows were inside the dead husband’s +hut, as usual; the Fan huts are stoutly built of sheets of flattened +bark, firmly secured together with bark rope, and thatched - they never +build them in any other way except when they are in the bush rubber-collecting +or elephant-hunting, when they make them of the branches of trees. +Well, round the bark hut, with the widows inside, there was erected +a hut made of branches, and when this was nearly completed, the Fans +commenced pulling down the inner bark hut, and finally cleared it right +out, thatch and all, and the materials of which it had been made were +burnt. I was struck with the performance because the Fans, though +surrounded by intensely superstitious tribes, are remarkably free from +superstition <a name="citation338"></a><a href="#footnote338">{338}</a> +themselves, taking little or no interest in speculative matters, except +to get charms to make them invisible to elephants, to keep their feet +in the path, to enable them to see things in the forest, and practical +things of that sort, and these charms they frequently gave me to assist +and guard me in my wanderings.</p> +<p>The M’pongwe and Igalwa have a peculiar funeral custom, but +it is not confined in its operation to widows, all the near relatives +sharing in it. The mourning relations are seated on the floor +of the house, and some friend - Dr. Nassau told me he was called in +in this capacity - comes in and “lifts them up,” bringing +to them a small present, a factor of which is always a piece of soap. +This custom is now getting into the survival form in Libreville and +Glass. Nowadays the relatives do not thus sit, unwashed and unkempt, +keenly requiring the soap. Among the bush Igalwa, I am told, the +soap is much wanted.</p> +<p>It is not only the widows that remain, either theoretically or practically +unwashed; all the mourners do. The Ibibios seem to me to wear +the deepest crape in the form of accumulated dirt, and all the African +tribes I have met have peculiar forms of hair cutting - shaving the +entire head, not shaving it at all, shaving half of it, etc. - when +in mourning. The period of the duration of wearing mourning is, +I believe, in all West Coast tribes that which elapses between the death +and the burial of the soul. I believe a more thorough knowledge +would show us that there is among the Bantu also a fixed time for the +lingering of the soul on earth after death, but we have not got sufficient +evidence on the point yet. The only thing we know is that it is +not proper for the widow to re-marry while her husband’s soul +is still in her vicinity.</p> +<p>Among the Calabar tribes the burial of his spirit liberates the woman. +Among the Tschwi she requires special ceremonies on her own account. +In Togoland, among the Ewe people, I know the period is between five +and six weeks, during which time the widow remains in the hut, armed +with a good stout stick, as a precaution against the ghost of her husband, +so as to ward off attacks should he be ill-tempered. After these +six weeks the widow can come out of the hut, but as his ghost has not +permanently gone hence, and is apt to revisit the neighbourhood for +the next six months, she has to be taken care of during this period. +Then, after certain ceremonies, she is free to marry again. So +I conclude the period of mourning, in all tribes, is that period during +which the soul remains round its old possessions, whether these tribes +have a definite soul-burial or devil-making or not.</p> +<p>The ideas connected with the under-world to which the ghost goes +are exceedingly interesting. The Negroes and Bantus are at one +on these subjects in one particular only, and that is that no marriages +take place there. The Tschwis say that this under-world, Srahmandazi, +is just the same as this world in all other particulars, save that it +is dimmer, a veritable shadow-land where men have not the joys of life, +but only the shadow of the joy. Hence, says the Tschwi proverb, +“One day in this world is worth a year in Srahmandazi.” +The Tschwis, with their usual definiteness in this sort of detail, know +all about their Srahmandazi. Its entrance is just east of the +middle Volta, and the way down is difficult to follow, and when the +sun sets on this world it rises on Srahmandazi. The Bantus are +vague on this important and interesting point. The Benga, for +example, although holding the absence of marriage there, do not take +steps to meet the case as the Tschwis do, and kill a supply of wives +to take down with them. This reason for killing wives at a funeral +is another instance that, however strange and cruel a custom may be +here in West Africa, however much it may at first appear to be the flower +of a rootless superstition, you will find on close investigation that +it has some root in a religious idea, and a common-sense element. +The common-sense element in the killing of wives and slaves among both +the Tschwi and the Calabar tribes consists in the fact that it discourages +poisoning. A Calabar chief elaborately explained to me that the +rigorous putting down of killing at funerals that was being carried +on by the Government not only landed a man in the next world as a wretched +pauper, but added an additional chance to his going there prematurely, +for his wives and slaves, no longer restrained by the prospect of being +killed at his death and sent off with him would, on very slight aggravation, +put “bush in his chop.” It is sad to think of this +thorn being added to the rose-leaves of a West Coast chief’s life, +as there are 99.9 per cent. of thorns in it already.</p> +<p>I came across a similar case on the Gold Coast, when a chief complained +to me of the way the Government were preserving vermin, in the shape +of witches, in the districts under its surveillance. You were +no longer allowed to destroy them as of old, and therefore the vermin +were destroying the game; for, said he, the witches here live almost +entirely on the blood they suck from children at night. They used, +in old days, to do this furtively, and do so now where native custom +is unchecked; but in districts where the Government says that witchcraft +is utter nonsense, and killing its proficients utter murder which will +be dealt with accordingly, the witch flourishes exceedingly, and blackmails +the fathers and mothers of families, threatening that if they are not +bought off they will have their child’s blood; and if they are +not paid, the child dies away gradually - poison again, most likely.</p> +<p>I often think it must be the common-sense element in fetish customs +that enables them to survive, in the strange way they do, in the minds +of Africans who have been long under European influence and education. +In witching, for example, every intelligent native knows there is a +lot of poison in the affair, but the explanation he gives you will not +usually display this knowledge, and it was not until I found the wide +diffusion of the idea of the advisability of administering an emetic +to the bewitched person, that I began to suspect my black friends of +sound judgment.</p> +<p>The good ju-juist will tell you all things act by means of their +life, which means their power, their spirit. Dr. Nassau tells +me the efficacy of drugs is held to depend on their benevolent spirits, +which, on being put into the body, drive away the malevolent disease-causing +spirits - a leucocytes-versus-pathogenic-bacteria sort of influence, +I suppose. On this same idea also depends the custom of the appeal +to ordeal, the working of which is supposed to be spiritual. Nevertheless, +the intelligent native, believing all the time in this factor, squares +the commonsense factor by bribing the witch-doctor who makes the ordeal +drink.</p> +<p>The feeling regarding the importance of funeral observances is quite +Greek in its intensity. Given a duly educated African, I am sure +that he would grasp the true inwardness of the Antigone far and away +better than any European now living can. A pathetic story which +bears on this feeling was told me some time ago by Miss Slessor when +she was stationed at Creek Town. An old blind slave woman was +found in the bush, and brought into the mission. She was in a +deplorable state, utterly neglected and starving, her feet torn by thorns +and full of jiggers, and so on. Every care was taken of her and +she soon revived and began to crawl about, but her whole mind was set +on one thing with a passion that had made her alike indifferent to her +past sufferings and to her present advantages. What she wanted +was a bit, only a little bit, of white cloth. Now, I may remark, +white cloth is anathema to the Missions, for it is used for ju-ju offerings, +and a rule has to be made against its being given to the unconverted, +or the missionary becomes an accessory before the fact to pagan practices, +so white cloth the old woman was told she could not have, she had been +given plenty of garments for her own use and that was enough. +The old woman, however, kept on pleading and saying the spirit of her +dead mistress kept coming to her asking and crying for white cloth, +and white cloth she must get for her, and so at last, finding it was +not to be got at the Mission station, she stole away one day, unobserved, +and wandered off into the bush, from which she never again reappeared, +doubtless falling a victim to the many leopards that haunted hereabouts.</p> +<p>To provide a proper burial for the dead relation is the great duty +of a negro’s life, its only rival in his mind is the desire to +avoid having a burial of his own. But, in a good negro, this passion +will go under before the other, and he will risk his very life to do +it. He may know, surely and well, that killing slaves and women +at a dead brother’s grave means hanging for him when their Big +Consul knows of it, but in the Delta he will do it. On the Coast, +Leeward and Windward, he will spend every penny he possesses and, on +top, if need be, go and pawn himself, his wives, or his children into +slavery to give a deceased relation a proper funeral.</p> +<p>This killing at funerals I used to think would be more easily done +away with in the Delta than among the Tschwi tribes, but a little more +knowledge of the Delta’s idea about the future life showed me +I was wrong.</p> +<p>Among the Tschwi the slaves and women killed are to form for the +dead a retinue, and riches wherewith to start life in Srahmandazi (Yboniadse +of the Oji), where there are markets and towns and all things as on +this earth, and so the Tschwi would have little difficulty in replacing +human beings at funerals with gold-dust, cloth, and other forms of riches, +and this is already done in districts under white influence. But +in the Delta there is no under-world to live in, the souls shortly after +reaching the under-world being forwarded back to this, in new babies, +and the wealth that is sent down with a man serves as an indication +as to what class of baby the soul is to be repacked and sent up in. +As wealth in the Delta consists of women and slaves I do not believe +the under-world gods of the Niger would understand the status of a chief +who arrived before them, let us say, with ten puncheons of palm oil, +and four hundred yards of crimson figured velvet; they would say, “Oh! +very good as far as it goes, but where is your real estate? The +chances are you are only a trade slave boy and have stolen these things”; +and in consequence of this, killing at funerals will be a custom exceedingly +difficult to stamp out in these regions. Try and imagine yourself +how abhorrent it must be to send down a dear and honoured relative to +the danger of his being returned to this world shortly as a slave. +There is no doubt a certain idea among the Negroes that some souls may +get a rise in status on their next incarnation. You often hear +a woman saying she will be a man next time, a slave he will be a freeman, +and so on, but how or why some souls obtain promotion I have not yet +sufficient evidence to show. I think a little more investigation +will place this important point in my possession. I once said +to a Calabar man, “But surely it would be easy for a man’s +friends to cheat; they could send down a chief’s outfit with a +man, though he was only a small man here?”</p> +<p>“No,” said he, “the other souls would tell on him, +and then he would get sent up as a dog or some beast as a punishment.”</p> +<p>My first conception of the prevalence of the incarnation idea was +also gained from a Delta negro. I said, “Why in the world +do you throw away in the bush the bodies of your dead slaves? +Where I have been they tie a string to the leg of a dead slave and when +they bury him bring the string to the top and fix it to a peg, with +the owner’s name on, and then when the owner dies he has that +slave again down below.”</p> +<p>“They be fool men,” said he, and he went on to explain +that the ghost of that slave would be almost immediately back on earth +again growing up ready to work for some one else, and would not wait +for its last owner’s soul down below, and out of the luxuriant +jungle of information that followed I gathered that no man’s soul +dallies below long, and also that a soul returning to a family, a thing +ensured by certain ju-jus, was identified. The new babies as they +arrive in the family are shown a selection of small articles belonging +to deceased members whose souls are still absent; the thing the child +catches hold of identifies him. “Why he’s Uncle John, +see! he knows his own pipe;” or “That’s cousin Emma, +see! she knows her market calabash,” and so on.</p> +<p>I remember discoursing with a very charming French official on the +difficulty of eradicating fetish customs.</p> +<p>“Why not take the native in the rear, Mademoiselle,” +said he, “and convert the native gods?”</p> +<p>I explained that his ingenious plan was not feasible, because you +cannot convert gods. Even educating gods is hopeless work. +All races of men through countless ages, have been attempting to make +their peculiar deities understand how they are wanted to work, and what +they are wanted to do, and the result is anything but encouraging.</p> +<p>As I have dwelt on the repellent view of Negro funeral custom, I +must in justice to them cite their better view. There is a custom +that I missed much on going south of Calabar, for it is a pretty one. +Outside the villages in the Calabar districts, by the sides of the most +frequented roads, you will see erections of boughs. I do not think +these are intended for huts, but for beds, for they are very like the +Calabar type of bed, only made in wood instead of clay. Over them +a roof of mats is put, to furnish a protection against rain.</p> +<p>These shelters - graves or fetish huts they are wrongly called by +Europeans - are made by driving four longish stout poles into the ground +while at the height of about three feet or so four more poles are tied +so as to make a skeleton platform which is filled in with withies and +made flat. Another set of five poles is tied above, and to these +the roof is affixed. On the platform, is placed the bedding belonging +to the deceased, the undercloth, counterpane, etc., and at the head +are laid the pillows, bolster-shaped and stuffed with cotton-tree fluff, +or shredded palm-leaves, and covered with some gaily-coloured cotton +cloth. In every case I have seen - and they amount to hundreds, +for you cannot take an hour’s walk even from Duke Town without +coming upon a dozen or so of these erections - the pillows are placed +so that the person lying on the bed would look towards the village.</p> +<p>On the roof and on the bed, and underneath it on the ground, are +placed the household utensils that belonged to the deceased; the calabashes, +the basins, the spoons cut out of wood, and the boughten iron ones, +as we should say in Devon, and on the stakes are hung the other little +possessions; there is one I know of made for the ghost of a poor girl +who died, on to the stakes of which are hung the dolls and the little +pincushions, etc., given her by a kind missionary.</p> +<p>Food is set out at these places and spirit poured over them from +time to time, and sometimes, though not often, pieces of new cloth are +laid on them. Most of the things are deliberately damaged before +they are put on the home for the spirit; I do not think this is to prevent +them from being stolen, because all are not damaged sufficiently to +make them useless. There was a beautifully made spoon with a burnt-in +pattern on one of these places when I left Calabar to go South, and +on my return, some six months after, it was still there. On another +there was a very handsome pair of market calabashes, also much decorated, +that were only just chipped and in better repair than many in use in +Calabar markets, and I make no doubt the spoon and they are still lying +rotting among the <i>débris</i> of the pillows, etc. These +places are only attended to during the time the spirit is awaiting burial, +as they are regarded merely as a resting-place for it while it is awaiting +this ceremony. The body is not buried near them, I may remark.</p> +<p>In spite, however, of the care that is taken to bury spirits, a considerable +percentage from various causes - poverty of the relations, the deceased +being a stranger in the land, accidental death in some unknown part +of the forest or the surf - remain unburied, and hang about to the common +danger of the village they may choose to haunt. Many devices are +resorted to, to purify the villages from these spirits. One which +was in use in Creek Town, Calabar, to within a few years ago, and which +I am informed is still customary in some interior villages, was very +ingenious, and believed to work well by those who employed it.</p> +<p>In the houses were set up Nbakim, - large, grotesque images carved +of wood and hung about with cloth strips and gew-gaws. Every November +in Creek Town (I was told by some authorities it was every second November) +there was a sort of festival held. Offerings of food and spirits +were placed before these images; a band of people accompanied by the +rest of the population used to make a thorough round of the town, up +and down each street and round every house, dancing, singing, screaming +and tom-toming, in fact making all the noise they knew how to - and +a Calabar Effik is very gifted in the power of making noise. After +this had been done for what was regarded as a sufficient time, the images +were taken out of the houses, the crowd still making a terrific row +and were then thrown into the river, and the town was regarded as being +cleared of spirits.</p> +<p>The rationale of the affair is this. The wandering spirits +are attracted by the images, and take shelter among their rags, like +earwigs or something of that kind. The <i>charivari</i> is to +drive any of the spirits who might be away from their shelters back +into them. The shouting of the mob is to keep the spirits from +venturing out again while they are being carried to the river. +The throwing of the images, rags and all, into the river, is to destroy +the spirits or at least send them elsewhere. They did not go and +pour boiling water on their earwig-traps, as wicked white men do, but +they meant the same thing, and when this was over they made and set +up new images for fresh spirits who might come into the town, and these +were kept and tended as before, until the next N’dok ceremony +came round.</p> +<p>It is owing to the spiritual view which the African takes of existence +at large that ceremonial observances form the greater part of even his +common-law procedure.</p> +<p>There is, both among the Negro and Bantu, a recognised code of law, +founded on principles of true but merciless justice. It is not +often employed, because of the difficulty and the danger to the individual +who appeals to it, should that individual be unbacked by power, but +nevertheless the code exists.</p> +<p>The African is particularly hard on theft; he by no means “compounds +for sins he is inclined to by damning those he has no mind to,” +for theft is a thing he revels in.</p> +<p>Persons are tried for theft on circumstantial evidence, direct testimony, +and ordeal. Laws relating to mortgage are practically the same +among Negroes and Bantu and Europeans. Torts are not recognised; +unless the following case from Cameroon points to a vague realisation +of them. A. let his canoe out to B., in good order, so that B. +could go up river, and fetch down some trade. B. did not go himself, +but let C., who was not his slave, but another free man who also wanted +to go up for trade, have the canoe on the understanding that in payment +for the loan of the said canoe C. should bring down B’s. trade.</p> +<p>A. was not told about this arrangement at all. B. says A. was, +only A. was so blind drunk at the time he did not understand. +Well, up river C. goes in the canoe, and fetches up on a floating stump +in the river, and staves a hole you could put your head in, in the bow +of the said canoe. C. returns it to B. in this condition. +B. returns it to A. in this condition. A. sues B. before native +chief, saying he lent his canoe to B. on the understanding, always implied +in African loans, that it was to be returned in the same state as when +lent, fair wear and tear alone excepted. B. tries first to get +C. to pay for the canoe, and for the rent of the canoe on top, as a +compensation for the delay in bringing down his, B’s., trade. +C. calls B. the illegitimate offspring of a greenhouse-lizard, and pleads +further that the floating log was a <i>force majeure</i> - an act of +God, and denies liability on all counts. B. then pleads this as +his own defence in the case of A. and B. (authorities cited in support +of this view); he also pleads he is not liable, because C. is a free +man, and not his slave.</p> +<p>The case went on for a week; the judge was drunk for five days in +his attempt to get his head clear. The decision finally was that +B. was to pay A. full compensation. B. v. C. is still pending.</p> +<p>The laws against adultery are, theoretically, exceedingly severe. +The punishment is death, and this is sometimes carried out. The +other day King Bell in Cameroon flogged one of his wives to death, and +the German Government have deposed and deported him, for you cannot +do that sort of thing with impunity within a stone’s throw of +a Government head-quarters. But as a general rule all along the +Coast the death penalty for murder or adultery is commuted to a fine, +or you can send a substitute to be killed for you, if you are rich. +This is frequently done, because it is cheaper, if you have a seedy +slave, to give him to be killed in your stead than to pay a fine which +is often enormous.</p> +<p>The adultery itself is often only a matter of laying your hand, even +in self-defence from a virago, on a woman - or brushing against her +in the path. These accusations of adultery are, next to witchcraft, +the great social danger to the West Coast native, and they are often +made merely from motives of extortion or spite, and without an atom +of truth in them.</p> +<p>It is customary for a chief to put his wives frequently to ordeal +on this point, and this is almost always done after there has been a +big devil-making, or a dance, which his family have been gracing with +their presence. The usual method of applying the ordeal is by +boiling palm-oil - a pot is nearly filled with the oil, which is brought +to the boil over a fire; when it is seething, the woman to be tried +is brought out in front of it. She first dips her hands into water, +and then has administered to her the M’biam oath saying or having +said for her that long elaborate formula, in a form adjusted to meet +the case. Then she plunges her hand into the boiling oil for an +instant, and shakes the oil off with all possible rapidity, and the +next woman comes forward and goes through the same performance, and +so on. Next day, the hands of the women are examined, and those +found blistered are adjudged guilty, and punished. In order to +escape heavy punishment the woman will accuse some man of having hustled +against her, or sat down on a bench beside her, and so on, and the accused +man has to pay up. If he does not, in the Calabar district, Egbo +will come and “eat the adultery,” and there won’t +be much of that man’s earthly goods left. Sometimes the +accusation is volunteered by the woman, and frequently the husband and +wife conspire together and cook up a case against a man for the sake +of getting the damages. There is nothing that ensures a man an +unblemished character in West Africa, save the possession of sufficient +power to make it risky work for people to cast slurs on it.</p> +<p>The ownership of children is a great source of palaver. The +law among Negroes and Bantus is that the children of a free woman belong +to her. In the case of tribes believing in the high importance +of uncles considerable powers are vested in that relative, while in +other tribes certain powers are vested in the father.</p> +<p>The children of slave wives are the only children the father has +absolute power over if he is the legal owner of the slave woman. +If, as is frequently the case, a free man marries a slave woman who +belongs to another man, all her children are the absolute property of +her owner, not her husband; and the owner of the woman can take them +and sell them, or do whatsoever he chooses with them, unless the free +man father redeems them, as he usually does, although the woman may +still remain the absolute property of the owner, recallable by him at +any time.</p> +<p>This law is the cause of the most brain-spraining palavers that come +before the white authorities. There is naturally no statute of +limitations in West Africa, because the African does not care a row +of pins about time. The wily A. will let his slave woman live +with B. without claiming the redemption fees as they become due - letting +them stand over, as it were, at compound interest. All the male +as well as the female children of the first generation are A.’s +property, and all the female children of these children are his property +even unto the second and third generation and away into eternity. +A. may die before he puts in his claim, in which case the ownership +passes on into the hands of his heir or assignees, who may foreclose +at once, on entering into their heritage, or may again let things accumulate +for their heirs. Anyhow, sooner or later the foreclosure comes +and then there is trouble. X., Y., Z., etc., free men, have married +some of the original A.’s slave woman’s descendants. +They have either bought them right out, or kept on conscientiously redeeming +children of theirs as they arrived. Of course A., or his heirs, +contend that X., Y., Z., etc. have been wasting time and money by so +doing, because the people X., Y., Z. have paid the money to had no legal +title to the women. Of course X., Y., Z. contend that their particular +woman, or her ancestress, was duly redeemed from the legal owner.</p> +<p>Remember there is no documentary evidence available, and squads of +equally reliable and oldest inhabitants are swearing hard - all both +ways. Just realise this, and that your Government says that whenever +native law is not blood-stained it must be supported, and you may be +able to realise the giddy mazes of a native palaver, which if you conscientiously +attempt to follow with the determination that justice shall be duly +administered, will for certain lay you low with an attack of fever.</p> +<p>The law of ownership is not all in favour of the owner, masters being +responsible for damage done by their slaves, and this law falls very +heavily and expensively on the owner of a bad slave. Indeed, when +one lives out here and sees the surrounding conditions of this state +of culture, the conviction grows on you that, morally speaking, the +African is far from being the brutal fiend he is often painted, a creature +that loves cruelty and blood for their own sake. The African does +not; and though his culture does not contain our institutions, lunatic +asylums, prisons, workhouses, hospitals, etc., he has to deal with the +same classes of people who require these things. So with them +he deals by means of his equivalent institutions, slavery, the lash, +and death. You have just as much right, my logical friend, to +call the West Coast Chief hard names for his habit of using brass bars, +heads of tobacco, and so on, in place of sixpenny pieces, as you have +to abuse him for clubbing an inveterate thief. It’s deplorably +low of him, I own, but by what alternative plan of government his can +be replaced I do not quite see, under existing conditions. In +religious affairs, the affairs which lead him into the majority of his +iniquities, his real sin consists in believing too much. In his +witchcraft, the sin is the same. Toleration means indifference, +I believe, among all men. The African is not indifferent on the +subject of witchcraft, and I do not see how one can expect him to be. +Put yourself in his place and imagine you have got hold of a man or +woman who has been placing a live crocodile or a catawumpus of some +kind into your own or a valued relative’s, or fellow-townsman’s +inside, so that it may eat up valuable viscera, and cause you or your +friend suffering and death. How would you feel? A little +like lynching your captive, I fancy.</p> +<p>I confess that the more I know of the West Coast Africans the more +I like them. I own I think them fools of the first water for their +power of believing in things; but I fancy I have analogous feelings +towards even my fellow-countrymen when they go and violently believe +in something that I cannot quite swallow.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XV. FETISH - (continued).</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>In which the Voyager complains of the inconveniences arising from +the method of African thought, and discourses on apparitions and Deities.</i></p> +<p>However much some of the African’s mental attributes get under-rated, +I am sure there are others of them for which he gets more credit than +he deserves. One of these is his imagination. It strikes +the new-comer with awe, and frequently fills him with rage, when he +first meets it; but as he matures and gets used to the African, he sees +the string. For the African fancy is not the “aërial +fancy flying free,” mentioned by our poets, but merely the aërial +of the theatre suspended by a wire or cord. The wire that supports +the African’s fancy may be a very thin, small fact indeed, or +in some cases merely his incapacity to distinguish between animate and +inanimate objects, which give rise to his idea that everything is possessed +of a soul. Everything has a soul to him, and to make confusion +worse confounded, he usually believes in the existence of matter apart +from its soul. But there is little he won’t believe in, +if it comes to that; and I have a feeling of thankfulness that Buddhism, +Theosophy, and above all Atheism, which chases its tail and proves that +nothing can be proved, have not yet been given the African to believe +in.</p> +<p>The African’s want of making it clear in his language whether +he is referring to an animate or inanimate thing, has landed me in many +a dilemma, and his foolishness in not having a male and female gender +in his languages amounts to a nuisance. For example, I am a most +ladylike old person and yet get constantly called “Sir.” +The other day, circumstances having got beyond my control during the +afternoon, I arrived in the evening in a saturated condition at a white +settlement, and wishing to get accommodation for myself and my men, +I made my way to the factory of a firm from whose representatives I +have always received great and most courteous help. The agent +in charge was not at home, and his steward-boy said, “Massa live +for Mr. B.’s house.” “Go tell him I live for +come from,” etc., said I, and “I fit for want place for +my men.” I had nothing to write on, or with, and I thought +the steward-boy could carry this little message to its destination without +dropping any of it, as Mr. B.’s house was close by; but I was +wrong. Off he went, and soon returned with the note I here give +a copy of: -</p> +<p>“DEAR OLD MAN,<br /> “You +must be in a deuce of a mess after the tornado. Just help yourself +to a set of my dry things. The shirts are in the bottom drawer, +the trousers are in the box under the bed, and then come over here to +the sing-song. My leg is dickey or I’d come across. - Yours,” +etc.</p> +<p>Had there been any smelling salts or sal volatile in this subdivision +of the Ethiopian region, I should have forthwith fainted on reading +this, but I well knew there was not, so I blushed until the steam from +my soaking clothes (for I truly was “in a deuce of a mess”) +went up in a cloud and then, just as I was, I went “across” +and appeared before the author of that awful note. When he came +round, he said it had taken seven years’ growth out of him, and +was intensely apologetic. I remarked it had very nearly taken +thirty years’ growth out of me, and he said the steward-boy had +merely informed him that “White man live for come from X,” +a place where he knew there was another factory belonging to his firm, +and he naturally thought it was the agent from X who had come across.</p> +<p>You rarely, indeed I believe never, find an African with a gift for +picturesque descriptions of scenery. The nearest approach to it +I ever got was from my cook when we were on Mungo mah Lobeh. He +proudly boasted he had been on a mountain, up Cameroon River, with a +German officer, and on that mountain, “If you fall down one side +you die, if you fall down other side you die.”</p> +<p>Graphic and vivid descriptions of incidents you often get, but it +is not Art. The effect is produced entirely by a bald brutality +of statement, the African having no artistic reticence whatsoever. +One fine touch, however, which does not come in under this class was +told me by my lamented friend Mr. Harris of Calabar. Some years +ago he had out a consignment of Dutch clocks with hanging weights, as +is natural to the Dutch clock. They were immensely popular among +the chiefs, and were soon disposed of save one, which had seen trouble +on the voyage out and lost one of its weights. Mr. Harris, who +was a man of great energy and resource, melted up some metal spoons +and made a new weight and hung it on the clock. The day he finished +this a chief came in, anxious for a Dutch clock, and Mr. Harris forthwith +sold him the repaired one. About a week elapsed, and then the +chief turned up at the factory again with a rueful countenance, followed +by a boy carrying something swathed in a cloth. It was the clock.</p> +<p>“You do me bad too much, Mr. Harris,” said the chief. +Mr. Harris denied this on the spot with the vehemence of injured innocence. +The chief shook his head and spat profusely and sorrowfully.</p> +<p>“You no sabe him clock you done sell me?” said he. +“When I look him clock it no be to-day, it be to morrow.” +Mr. Harris took the clock back, to see what was the cause of this strange +state of affairs. Of course it arose from his having been too +liberal in the amount of spoon in the weight, and this being altered, +the chief was not hurried onward to his grave at such a rattling pace; +“but,” said Mr. Harris, “that clock was a flyer to +the last.”</p> +<p>But I will not go into the subject of African languages here, but +only remark of them that although they are elaborate enough to produce, +for their users, nearly every shade of erroneous statement, they are +not, save perhaps M’pongwe, elaborate enough to enable a native +to state his exact thought. Some of them are very dependent on +gesture. When I was with the Fans they frequently said, “We +will go to the fire so that we can see what they say,” when any +question had to be decided after dark, and the inhabitants of Fernando +Po, the Bubis, are quite unable to converse with each other unless they +have sufficient light to see the accompanying gestures of the conversation. +In all cases I feel sure the African’s intelligence is far ahead +of his language.</p> +<p>The African is usually great at dreams, and has them very noisily; +but he does not seem to me to attach immense importance to them, certainly +not so much as the Red Indian does. I doubt whether there is much +real ground for supposing that from dreams came man’s first conception +of the spirit world, and I think the origin of man’s religious +belief lies in man’s misfortunes.</p> +<p>There can be little doubt that the very earliest human beings found, +as their descendants still find, their plans frustrated, let them plan +ever so wisely and carefully; they must have seen their companions overtaken +by death and disaster, arising both from things they could see and from +things they could not see. The distinction between these two classes +of phenomena is not so definitely recognised by savages or animals as +it is by the more cultured races of humanity. I doubt whether +a savage depends on his five senses alone to teach him what the world +is made of, any more than a Fellow of the Royal Society does. +From this method of viewing nature I feel sure that the general idea +arose - which you find in all early cultures - that death was always +the consequence of the action of some malignant spirit, and that there +is no accidental or natural death, as we call it; and death is, after +all, the most impressive attribute of life.</p> +<p>If a man were knocked on the head with a club, or shot with an arrow, +the cause of death is clearly the malignancy of the person using these +weapons; and so it is easy to think that a man killed by a fallen tree, +or by the upsetting of a canoe in the surf, or in an eddy in the river, +is also the victim of some being using these things as weapons.</p> +<p>A man having thus gained a belief that there are more than human +actors in life’s tragedy, the idea that disease is also a manifestation +of some invisible being’s wrath and power seems to me natural +and easy; and he knows you can get another man for a consideration to +kill or harm a third party, and so he thinks that, for a consideration, +you can also get one of these superhuman beings, which we call gods +or devils, but which the African regards in another light, to do so.</p> +<p>A certain set of men and women then specialise off to study how these +spirits can be managed, and so arises a priesthood; and the priests, +or medicine men as they are called in their earliest forms, gradually, +for their own ends, elaborate and wrap round their profession with ritual +and mystery.</p> +<p>The savage is also conscious of another great set of phenomena which, +he soon learns, take no interest in human affairs. The sun which +rises and sets, the moon which changes, the tides which come and go: +- what do they care? Nothing; and what is more, sacrifice to them +what you may, you cannot get them to care about you and your affairs, +and so the savage turns his attention to those other spirits that do +take only too much interest, as is proved by those unexpected catastrophes; +and, as their actions show, these spirits are all malignant, so he deals +with them just as he would deal with a bad man whom he was desirous +of managing. He flatters and fees them, he deprives himself of +riches to give to them as sacrifices, believing they will relish it +all the more because it gives him pain of some sort to give it to them. +He holds that they think it will be advisable for them to encourage +him to continue the giving by occasionally doing what he asks them. +Naturally he never feels sure of them; he sees that you may sacrifice +to a god for years, you may wrap him up - or more properly speaking, +the object in which he resides - in your only cloth on chilly nights +while you shiver yourself; you and your children, and your mother, and +your sister and her children, may go hungry that food may rot upon his +shrine; and yet, in some hour of dire necessity, the power will not +come and save you - because he has been lured away by some richer gifts +than yours.</p> +<p>You white men will say, “Why go on believing in him then?” +but that is an idea that does not enter the African mind. I might +just as well say “Why do you go on believing in the existence +of hansom cabs,” because one hansom cab driver malignantly fails +to take you where you want to go, or fails to arrive in time to catch +a train you wished to catch.</p> +<p>The African fully knows the liability of his fetish to fail, but +he equally fully knows its power. One, to me, grandly tragic instance +of this I learnt at Opobo. There was a very great Fetish doctor +there, universally admired and trusted, who lived out on the land at +the mouth of the Great River. One day he himself fell sick, and +he made ju-ju against the sickness; but it held on, and he grew worse. +He made more ju-ju of greater power, but again in vain, and then he +made the greatest ju-ju man can make, and it availed nought, and he +knew he was dying; and so, with his remaining strength, he broke up +and dishonoured and destroyed all the Fetishes in which the spirits +lived, and cast them out into the surf and died like a man.</p> +<p>Then horror came upon the people when they knew he had done this, +and they burnt his house and all things belonging to him, and cried +upon the spirits not to forsake them, not to lay this one man’s +deadly sin at their doors.</p> +<p>In connection with the gods of West Africa I may remark that in almost +all the series of native tradition there, you will find accounts of +a time when there was direct intercourse between the gods or spirits +that live in the sky, and men. That intercourse is always said +to have been cut off by some human error; for example, the Fernando +Po people say that once upon a time there was no trouble or serious +disturbance upon earth because there was a ladder, made like the one +you get palm-nuts with, “only long, long;” and this ladder +reached from earth to heaven so the gods could go up and down it and +attend personally to mundane affairs. But one day a cripple boy +started to go up the ladder, and he had got a long way up when his mother +saw him, and went up in pursuit. The gods, horrified at the prospect +of having boys and women invading heaven, threw down the ladder, and +have since left humanity severely alone. The Timneh people, north-east +of Sierra Leone, say that in old times God was very friendly with men, +and when He thought a man had lived long enough on earth, He sent a +messenger to him telling him to come up into the sky, and stay with +Him; but once there was a man who, when the messenger of God came, did +not want to leave his wives, his slaves, and his riches, and so the +messenger had to go back without him; and God was very cross and sent +another messenger for him, who was called Disease, but the man would +not come for him either, and so Disease sent back word to God that he +must have help to bring the man; and so God sent another messenger whose +name was Death; and Disease and Death together got hold of the man, +and took him to God; and God said in future He would always send these +messengers to fetch men.</p> +<p>The Fernando Po legend may be taken as fairly pure African, but the +Timneh, I expect, is a transmogrified Arabic story - though I do not +know of anything like it among Arabic stories; but they are infinite +in quantity, and there is a certain ring about it I recognise, and these +Timnehs are much in contact with the Mohammedan, Mandingoes, etc. +In none of the African stories is there given anything like the importance +to dreams that there is given to attempts to account for accidents and +death; and surely it must have been more impressive and important to +a man to have got his leg or arm snapped off by a crocodile in the river, +or by a shark in the surf, or to have got half killed, or have seen +a friend killed by a falling tree in the forest in the day time, than +to have experienced the most wonderful of dreams. He sees that +however terrific his dream-experiences may have been, he was not much +the worse for them. Not so in the other case, a limb gone or a +life gone is more impressive, and more necessary to account for.</p> +<p>No trace of sun-worship have I ever found. The firmament is, +I believe, always the great indifferent and neglected god, the Nyan +Kupon of the Tschwi, and the Anzambe, Nzam, etc., of the Bantu races. +The African thinks this god has great power if he would only exert it, +and when things go very badly with him, when the river rises higher +than usual and sweeps away his home and his plantations; when the smallpox +stalks through the land, and day and night the corpses float down the +river past him, and he finds them jammed among his canoes that are tied +to the beach, and choking up his fish traps; and then when at last the +death-wail over its victims goes up night and day from his own village, +he will rise up and call upon this great god in a terror maddened by +despair, that he may hear and restrain the evil workings of these lesser +devils; but he evidently finds, as Peer Gynt says, “Nein, er hört +nicht. Er ist taub wie gewöhnlich” for there is no +organised cult for Anzam.</p> +<p>Accounts of apparitions abound in all the West Coast districts, and +although the African holds them all in high horror and terror, he does +not see anything supernatural in his “Duppy.” It is +a horrid thing to happen on, but there is nothing strange about it, +and he is ten thousand times more frightened than puzzled over the affair. +He does not want to “investigate” to see whether there is +anything in it. He wants to get clear away, and make ju-ju against +it, “one time.”</p> +<p>These apparitions have a great variety of form, for, firstly, there +are all the true spirits, nature spirits; secondly, the spirits of human +beings - these human spirits are held to exist before as well as during +and after bodily life; thirdly, the spirits of things. Probably +the most horrid of class one is the Tschwi’s Sasabonsum. +Whether Sasabonsum is an individual or a class is not quite clear, but +I believe he is a class of spirits, each individual of which has the +same characteristics, the same manner of showing anger, the same personal +appearance, and the same kind of residence. I am a devoted student +of his cult and I am always coming across equivalent forms of him in +other tribes as well as the Tschwi, and I think he is very early. +As the Tschwi have got their religious notions in a most tidy and definite +state, we will take their version of Sasabonsum.</p> +<p>He lives in the forest, in or under those great silk-cotton trees +around the roots of which the earth is red. This coloured earth +identifies a silk-cotton tree as being the residence of a Sasabonsum, +as its colour is held to arise from the blood it whips off him as he +goes down to his under-world home after a night’s carnage. +All silk-cotton trees are suspected because they are held to be the +roosts for Duppies. But the red earth ones are feared with a great +fear, and no one makes a path by them, or a camp near them at night.</p> +<p>Sasabonsum is a friend of witches. He is of enormous size, +and of a red colour. He wears his hair straight and he waylays +unprotected wayfarers in the forest at night, and in all districts except +that of Apollonia he eats them. Round Apollonia he only sucks +their blood. Natives of this district after meeting him have crawled +home and given an account of his appearance, and then expired.</p> +<p>Ellis says he is believed to be implacable, and when angered can +never be mollified or propitiated, but it is certain that human victims +are constantly sacrificed to him in districts beyond white control; +in districts under it, the equivalent value of a human sacrifice in +sheep and goats is offered to him. In Ashantee he has priests, +and of course human sacrifice. Away among the Dahomeyan tribes +- where he has kept his habits but got another name, and seems to have +crystallised from a class into an individual - the usual way in which +a god develops - he has priests and priestesses, and they are holy terrors; +but among the Tschwi, Sasabonsum is mainly dealt with by witches, and +people desirous of possessing the power of becoming witches. They +derive their power from him in a remarkable way. I put myself +to great personal inconvenience (fever risk, mosquito certainty, high +leopard and snake palaver probability, and grave personal alarm and +apprehension) to verify Colonel Ellis’s account of the methods +witches employ in this case, to obtain ehsuhman and I find his account +correct. <a name="citation363"></a><a href="#footnote363">{363}</a></p> +<p>The chief use of a suhman is the power it gives its owner to procure +the death of other people, not necessarily his own enemies, for he will +sell charms made by the agency of his suhman to another person whose +nerves have not been equal to facing Sasabonsum on his own account. +He can also provide by its agency other charms, such as those that protect +houses from fire, and things and individuals from accidents on the road, +or in canoes, and the home circle from good-looking but unprincipled +young men, and so on.</p> +<p>As a rule the person who has a suhman keeps the fact pretty quiet, +for the possession of such an article would lead half the catastrophes +in his district, from the decease of pigs, fowls, and babies, to fires, +etc., to be accredited to him, which would lead to his neighbours making +“witch palaver” over him, and he would have to undergo poison-ordeal +and other unpleasantness to clear his character. He, however, +always keeps a special day in his suhman’s honour, and should +he be powerful, as a king or big chief, he will keep this day openly. +King Kwoffi Karri Kari, whom we fought with in 1874, used to make a +big day for his suhman, which was kept in a box covered with gold plates, +and he sacrificed a human victim to it every Tuesday, with general festivities +and dances in its honour.</p> +<p>I should remark that Sasabonsum is married. His wife, or more +properly speaking his female form, is called Shamantin. She is +far less malignant than the male form. Her name comes from Srahman +- ghost or spirit; the termination “<i>tin</i>” is an abbreviation +of <i>sintstin</i> - tall. She is of immense height, and white; +perhaps this idea is derived from the white stem of the silk-cotton +trees wherein she invariably abides. Her method of dealing with +the solitary wayfarer is no doubt inconvenient to him, but it is kinder +than her husband’s ways, for she does not kill and eat him, as +Sasabonsum does, but merely detains him some months while she teaches +him all about the forest: what herbs are good to eat, or to cure disease; +where the game come to drink, and what they say to each other, and so +forth. I often wish I knew this lady, for the grim, grand African +forests are like a great library, in which, so far, I can do little +more than look at the pictures, although I am now busily learning the +alphabet of their language, so that I may some day read what these pictures +mean.</p> +<p>Do not go away with the idea, I beg, that goddesses as a general +rule, are better than gods. They are not. There are stories +about them which I could - I mean I could not - tell you. There +is one belonging also to the Tschwi. She lives at Moree, a village +five miles from Cape Coast. She is, as is usual with deities, +human in shape and colossal in size, and as is not usual with deities, +she is covered with hair from head to foot, - short white hair like +a goat. Her abode is on the path to surf-cursed Anamabu near the +sea-beach, and her name is Aynfwa; a worshipper of hers has only got +to mention the name of a person he wishes dead when passing her abode +and Aynfwa does the rest. She is the goddess of all albinoes, +who are said to be more frequent in occurrence round Moree than elsewhere. +Ellis says that in 1886, when he was there, they were 1 per cent. of +the entire population. These albinoes are, <i>ipso facto</i>, +her priests and priestesses, and in old days an albino had only to name +anywhere a person Aynfwa wished for, and that person was forthwith killed.</p> +<p>I think I may safely say that every dangerous place in West Africa +is regarded as the residence of a god - rocks and whirlpools in the +rivers - swamps “no man fit to pass” - and naturally, the +surf. Along the Gold Coast, at every place where you have to land +through the surf, it fairly swarms with gods. A little experience +with the said surf inclines you to think, as the dabblers in spiritualism +say “that there is something in it.” I will back this +West Coast surf - “the Calemma,” as we call it down South, +against any other malevolent abomination, barring only the English climate. +Its ways of dealing with human beings are cunning and deceitful. +In its most ferocious moods it seizes a boat, straightway swamps it, +and feeds its pet sharks with the boat’s occupants. If the +surf is merely sky-larking it lets your boat’s nose just smell +the sand, and then says “Thought you were all right this time, +did you though,” and drags the boat back again under the incoming +wave, or catches it under the stern and gaily throws it upside down +over you and yours on the beach. Variety, they say, is charming. +Let those who say it, and those who believe it, just do a course of +surf-work, and I’ll warrant they will change their minds.</p> +<p>There is one thing about the surf that I do not understand, and that +is why witches always walk stark naked along the beach by it at night, +and eat sea crabs the while. That such is a confirmed habit of +theirs is certain; and they tell me that while doing this the witches +emit a bright light, and also that there is a certain medicine, which, +if you have it with you, you can throw over the witch, and then he, +or she, will remain blazing until morning time, running to and fro, +crying out wildly, in front of the white, breaking, thundering surf +wall, and when the dawn comes the fire burns the witch right up, leaving +only a grey ash - and palaver set in this world and the next for that +witch.</p> +<p>A highly-esteemed native minister told me when I was at Cape Coast +last, that a fortnight before, he had been away in the Apollonia district +on mission work. One evening he and a friend were walking along +the beach and the night was dark, so that you could see only the surf. +It is never too dark to see that, it seems to have light in itself. +They saw a flame coming towards them, and after a moment’s doubt +they knew it was a witch, and feeling frightened, hid themselves among +the bushes that edge the sandy shore. As they watched, it came +straight on and passed them, and they saw it disappear in the distance. +My informant laughed at himself, and very wisely said, “One has +not got to believe those things here, one has in Apollonia.”</p> +<p>To the surf and its spirits the sea-board-dwelling Tschwis bring +women who have had children and widows, both after a period of eight +days from the birth of the child, or the death of the husband.</p> +<p>A widow remains in the house until this period has elapsed, neglecting +her person, eating little food, and sitting on the bare floor in the +attitude of mourning. On the Gold Coast they bury very quickly, +as they are always telling you, usually on the day after death, rarely +later than the third day, even among the natives; and the spirit, or +Srah, of the dead man is supposed to hang about his wives and his house +until the ceremony of purification is carried out. This is done, +needless to say, with uproar. The relations of each wife go to +her house with musical instruments - I mean tom-toms and that sort of +thing - and they take a quantity of mint, which grows wild in this country, +with them. This mint they burn, some of it in the house, the rest +they place upon pans of live coals and carry round the widow as she +goes in their midst down to the surf, her relatives singing aloud to +the Srah of the departed husband, telling him that now he is dead and +has done with the lady he must leave her. This singing serves +to warn all the women who are not relations to get out of the way, which +of course they always carefully do, because if they were to see the +widow their own husbands would die within the year.</p> +<p>When the party has arrived at the shore, they strip every rag off +the widow, and throw it into the surf; and a thoughtful female relative +having brought a suit of dark blue baft with her for the occasion, the +widow is clothed in this and returns home, where a suitable festival +is held, after which she may marry again; but if she were to marry before +this ceremony, the Srah of the husband would play the mischief with +husband number two or three, and so on, as the case might be.</p> +<p>In the inland Gold Coast districts the widows remain in a state of +mourning for several months, and a selection of them, a quantity of +slaves, and one or two free men are killed to escort the dead man to +Srahmandazi; and as well as these, and in order to provide him with +merchandise to keep up his house and state in the under-world, quantities +of gold dust, rolls of rich velvets, silks, satins, etc., are thrown +into the grave.</p> +<p>Among the dwellers in Cameroon, when you are across the Bantu border-line, +velvets, etc., are buried with a big man or woman; but I am told it +is only done for the glorification of his living relatives, so that +the world may say, “So and so must be rich, look what a lot of +trade he threw away at that funeral of his wife,” or his father, +or his son, as the case may be; but I doubt whether this is the true +explanation. If it is, I should recommend my German friends, if +they wish to intervene, to introduce the income tax into Cameroon - +that would eliminate this custom.</p> +<p>The Tschwis hold that there is a definite earthly existence belonging +to each soul of a human kind. Let us say, for example, a soul +has a thirty years’ bodily existence belonging to it. Well, +suppose that soul’s body gets killed off at twenty-five, its remaining +five years it has to spend, if it is left alone, in knocking about its +old haunts, homes, and wives. In this state it is called a Sisa, +and is a nuisance. It will cause sickness. It will throw +stones. It will pull off roofs, and it will play the very mischief +with its wives’ subsequent husbands, all because, not having reached +its full term of life, it has not learnt its way down the dark and difficult +path to Srahmandazi, the entrance to which is across the Volta River +to the N.E. This knowledge of the path to Srahmandazi is a thing +that grows gradually on a man’s immortal soul (the other three +souls are not immortal), and naturally not having been allowed to complete +his life, his knowledge is imperfect. A man’s soul, however, +can be taught the way, if necessary, in the funeral “custom” +made by his relatives and the priests; but in a case of an incompletelifeonearthsoul, +as a German would say, when it does arrive in the land of Insrah (pl.) +it is in a weak and feeble state from the difficulties of its journey, +whereas a soul that has lived out its allotted span of life goes straightway +off to Srahmandazi as soon as its “custom” or “devil” +is made and gives its surviving relatives no further trouble. +Still there is great difference of opinion among all the Tschwis and +Ga men I have come across on this point, and Ellis likewise remarks +on this difference of opinion. Some informants say that a soul +that has been sent hence before its time, although it is exhausted by +the hardships it has suffered on its journey down, yet recovers health +in a month or so; while a soul that has run its allotted span on earth +is as feeble as a new-born babe on arriving in Srahmandazi, and takes +years to pull round. Other informants say they have no knowledge +of these details, and state that all the difference they know of between +the souls of men who have been killed and the men who have died, is +that the former can always come back, and that really the safest way +of disposing of this class of soul is, by suitable spells and incantations, +to get it to enter into the body of a new-born baby, where it can live +out the remainder of its life.</p> +<p>Before closing these observations on Srahmandazi I will give the +best account of that land that I am at present able to. Some day +perhaps I may share the fate of the Oxford Professor in <i>In the Wrong +Paradise</i> and go there myself, but so far my information is second-hand.</p> +<p>It is like this world. There are towns and villages, rivers, +mountains, bush, plantations, and markets. When the sun rises +here it sets in Srahmandazi. It has its pleasures and its pains, +not necessarily retributive or rewarding, but dim. All souls in +it grow forward or backward into the prime of life and remain there, +some informants say; others say that each inhabitant remains there at +the same age as he was when he quitted the world above. This latter +view is most like the South West one. The former is possibly only +an attempt to make Srahmandazi into a heaven in conformation with Christian +teaching, which it is not, any more than it is a hell.</p> +<p>I have much curious information regarding its flora and fauna. +A great deal of both is seemingly indigenous, and then there are the +souls of great human beings, the Asrahmanfw, and the souls of all the +human beings, animals, and things sent down with them. The ghosts +do not seem to leave off their interest in mundane affairs, for they +not only have local palavers, but try palavers left over from their +earthly existence; and when there is an outbreak of sickness in a Fantee +town or village, and several inhabitants die off, the opinion is often +held that there is a big palaver going on down in Srahmandazi and that +the spirits are sending up on earth for witnesses, subpœnaing +them as it were. Medicine men or priests are called in to find +out what particular earthly grievance can be the subject of the ghost +palaver, and when they have ascertained this, they take the evidence +of every one in the town on this affair, as it were on commission, and +transmit the information to the court sitting in Srahmandazi. +This prevents the living being incommoded by personal journeys down +below, and although the priests have their fee, it is cheaper in the +end, because the witnesses’ funeral expenses would fall heavier +still.</p> +<p>Although far more elaborated and thought out than any other African +underworld I have ever come across, the Tschwi Srahmandazi may be taken +as a type of all the African underworlds. The Bantu’s idea +of a future life is a life spent in much such a place. As far +as I can make out there is no definite idea of eternity. I have +even come across cases in which doubt was thrown on the present existence +of the Creating God, but I think this has arisen from attempts having +been made to introduce concise conceptions into the African mind, conceptions +that are quite foreign to its true nature and which alarm and worry +it. You never get the strange idea of the difference between time +and eternity - the idea I mean, that they are different things - in +the African that one frequently gets in cultured Europeans; and as for +the human soul, the African always believes “that still the spirit +is whole, and life and death but shadows of the soul.”</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XVI. FETISH - (concluded).</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>In which the discourse on apparitions is continued, with some +observations on secret societies, both tribal and murder, and the kindred +subject of leopards.</i></p> +<p>Apparitions are by no means always of human soul origin. All +the Tschwi and the Ewe gods, for example, have the habit of appearing +pretty regularly to their priests, and occasionally to the laity, like +Sasabonsum; but it is only to priests that these appearances are harmless +or beneficial. The effect of Sasabonsum’s appearance to +the layman I have cited above, and I could give many other examples +of the bad effects of those of other gods, but will only now mention +Tando, the Hater, the chief god of the Northern Tschwi, the Ashantees, +etc. He is terribly malicious, human in shape, and though not +quite white, is decidedly lighter in complexion than the chief god of +the Southern Tschwi, Bobowissi. His hair is lank, and he carries +a native sword and wears a long robe. His well-selected messengers +are those awful driver ants (Inkran) which it is not orthodox to molest +in Tando’s territories. He uses as his weapons lightning, +tempest, and disease, but the last is the most favourite one.</p> +<p>There is absolutely no trick too mean or venomous for Tando. +For example, he has a way of appearing near a village he has a grudge +against in the form of a male child, and wanders about crying bitterly, +until some kind-hearted, unsuspecting villager comes and takes him in +and feeds him. Then he develops a contagious disease that clears +that village out.</p> +<p>This form of appearance and subsequent conduct is, unhappily, not +rigidly confined to Tando, but is used by many spirits as a method of +collecting arrears in taxes in the way of sacrifices. I have found +traces of it among Bantu gods or spirits, and it gives rise to a general +hesitation in West Africa to take care of waifs and strays of unexplained +origin.</p> +<p>Other things beside gods and human spirits have the habit of becoming +incarnate. Once I had to sit waiting a long time at an apparently +perfectly clear bush path, because in front of us a spear’s ghost +used to fly across the path about that time in the afternoon, and if +any one was struck by it they died. A certain spring I know of +is haunted by the ghost of a pitcher. Many ladies when they have +gone alone to fill their pitchers in the evening time at this forest +spring have noticed a very fine pitcher standing there ready filled, +and thinking exchange is no robbery, or at any rate they would risk +it if it were, have left their own pitcher and taken the better looking +one; but always as soon as they have come within sight of the village +huts, the new pitcher has crumbled into dust, and the water in it been +spilt on the ground; and the worst of it is, when they have returned +to fetch their own discarded pitcher, they find it also shattered into +pieces.</p> +<p>There is also another class of apparition, of which I have met with +two instances, one among pure Negroes (Okÿon); the other among +pure Bantu (Kangwe). I will give the Bantu version of the affair, +because at Okÿon the incident had happened a good time before the +details were told me, and in the Bantu case they had happened the previous +evening. But there was very little difference in the main facts +of the case, and it was an important thing because in both cases the +underlying idea was sacrificial.</p> +<p>The woman who told me was an exceedingly intelligent, shrewd, reliable +person. She had been to the factory with some trade, and had got +a good price for it, and so was in a good temper on her return home +in the evening. She got out of her canoe and leaving her slave +boy to bring up the things, walked to her house, which was the ordinary +house of a prosperous Igalwa native, having two distinct rooms in it, +and a separate cook-house close by in a clean, sandy yard. She +trod on some nastiness in the yard, and going into the cook-house found +the slave girls round a very small and inefficient fire, trying to cook +the evening meal. She blew them up for not having a proper fire; +they said the wood was wet, and would not burn. She said they +lied, and she would see to them later, and she went into the chamber +she used for a sleeping apartment, and trod on something more on the +floor in the dark; those good-for-nothing hussies of slaves had not +lit her palm-oil lamp, and mentally forming the opinion that they had +been out flirting during her absence, and resolving to teach them well +the iniquity of such conduct, she sat down on her bed into a lot of +messy stuff of a clammy, damp nature. Now this fairly roused her, +for she is a notable housewife, who keeps her house and slaves in exceedingly +good order. So dismissing from her mind the commercial consideration +she had intended to gloat over when she came into her room, she called +Ingremina and others in a tone that brought those young ladies on the +spot. She asked them how they dared forget to light her lamp; +they said they had not, but the lamp in the room must have gone out +like the other lamps had, after burning dim and spluttering. They +further said they had not been out, but had been sitting round the fire +trying to make it burn properly. She duly whacked and pulled the +ears of all within reach. I say within reach for she is not very +active, weighing, I am sure, upwards of eighteen stone. Then she +went back into her room and got out her beautiful English paraffin lamp, +which she keeps in a box, and taking it into the cook-house, picked +up a bit of wood from the hissing, spluttering fire, and lit it. +When she picked up the wood she noticed that it was covered with the +same sticky abomination she had met before that evening, and it smelt +of the same faint smell she had noticed as soon as she had reached her +house, and by now the whole air seemed oppressive with it.</p> +<p>As soon as the lamp was alight she saw what the stuff was, namely, +blood. Blood was everywhere, the rest of the sticks in the fire +had it on them, it sizzled at the burning ends, and ran off the other +in rills. There were pools of it about her clean, sandy yard. +Her own room was reeking, the bed, the stools, the floor; it trickled +down the door-post; coagulated on the lintel. She herself was +smeared with it from the things she had come in contact with in the +dark, and the slaves seemed to have been sitting in pools of it. +The things she picked up off the table and shelf left rims of it behind +them; there was more in the skillets, and the oil in the open palm-oil +lamps had a film of it floating on the oil. Investigation showed +that the whole of the rest of her house was in a similar mess. +The good lady gave a complete catalogue of the household furniture and +its condition, which I need not give here. The slave girls when +the light came were terrified at what they saw, and she called in the +aristocracy of the village, and asked them their opinion on the blood +palaver. They said they could make nothing of it at first, but +subsequently formed the opinion that it meant something was going to +happen, and suggested with the kind, helpful cheerfulness of relatives +and friends, that they should not wonder if it were a prophecy of her +own death. This view irritated the already tried lady, and she +sent them about their business, and started the slaves on house-cleaning. +The blood cleaned up all right when you were about it, but kept on turning +up in other places, and in the one you had just cleaned as soon as you +left off and went elsewhere; and the morning came and found things in +much the same state until “before suntime,” say about 10 +o’clock, when it faded away.</p> +<p>I cautiously tried to get my stately, touchy dowager duchess to explain +how it was that there was such a lot of blood, and how it was it got +into the house. She just said “it had to go somewhere,” +and refused to give rational explanations as <i>Chambers’s Journal</i> +does after telling a good ghost story. I found afterwards that +it was quite decided it was a case of “blood come before,” +and at Okÿon, Miss Slessor told me, in regard to the similar case +there, that this was the opinion held regarding the phenomenon. +It is always held uncanny in Africa if a person dies without shedding +blood. You see, the blood is the life, and if you see it come +out, you know the going of the thing, as it were. If you do not, +it is mysterious. At Okÿon, a few days after the blood appeared, +a nephew of the person whose house it came into was killed while felling +a tree in the forest; a bough struck him and broke his neck, without +shedding a drop of blood, and this bore out the theory, for the blood +having “to go somewhere” came before. In the Bantu +case I did not hear of such a supporting incident happening.</p> +<p>Certain African ideas about blood puzzle me. I was told by +a Batanga friend, a resident white trader, that a short time previously +a man was convicted of theft by the natives of a village close to him. +The hands and feet of the criminal were tied together, and he was flung +into the river. He got himself free, and swam to the other bank, +and went for bush. He was recaptured, and a stone tied to his +neck, and in again he was thrown. The second time he got free +and ashore, and was recaptured, and the chief then, most regretfully, +ordered that he was to be knocked on the head before being thrown in +for a third time. This time palaver set, but the chief knew that +he would die himself, by spitting the blood he had spilt, from his own +lungs, before the year was out. I inquired about the chief when +I passed this place, more than eighteen months after, and learnt from +a native that the chief was dead, and that he had died in this way. +The objection thus was not to shedding blood in a general way, but to +the shedding in the course of judicial execution. There may be +some idea of this kind underlying the ingenious and awful ways the negroes +have of killing thieves, by tying them to stakes in the rivers, or down +on to paths for the driver ants to kill and eat, but this is only conjecture; +I have not had a chance yet to work this subject up; and getting reliable +information about underlying ideas is very difficult in Africa. +The natives will say “Yes” to any mortal thing, if they +think you want them to; and the variety of their languages is another +great hindrance. Were it not for the prevalence of Kru English +or trade English, investigation would be almost impossible; but, fortunately, +this quaint language is prevalent, and the natives of different tribes +communicate with each other in it, and so round a fire, in the evening, +if you listen to the gossip, you can pick up all sorts of strange information, +and gain strange and often awful lights on your absent white friends’ +characters, and your present companions’ religion. For example, +the other day I had a set of porters composed of four Bassa boys, two +Wei Weis, one Dualla, and two Yorubas. None of their languages +fitted, so they talked trade English, and pretty lively talk some of +it was, but of that anon.</p> +<p>I cannot close this brief notice of native ideas without mentioning +the secret societies; but to go fully into this branch of the subject +would require volumes, for every tribe has its secret society. +The Poorah of Sierra Leone, the Oru of Lagos, the Egbo of Calabar, the +Isyogo of the Igalwa, the Ukuku of the Benga, the Okukwe of the M’pongwe, +the Ikun of the Bakele, and the Lukuku of the Bachilangi Baluba, are +some of the most powerful secret societies on the West African Coast.</p> +<p>These secret societies are not essentially religious, their action +is mainly judicial, and their particularly presiding spirit is not a +god or devil in our sense of the word. The ritual differs for +each in its detail, but there are broad lines of agreement between them. +There are societies both for men and for women, but mixed societies +for both sexes are rare. Those that I have mentioned above are +all male, except the Lukuku, and women are utterly forbidden to participate +in the rites or become acquainted with their secrets, for one of the +chief duties of these societies is to keep the women in order; and besides +it is undoubtedly held that women are bad for certain forms of ju-ju, +even when these forms are not directly connected, as far as I can find +out, with the secret society. For example, the other day a chief +up the Mungo River deliberately destroyed his ju-ju by showing it to +his women. It was a great ju-ju, but expensive to keep up, requiring +sacrifices of slaves and goats, so what with trade being bad, fall in +the price of oil and ivory and so on, he felt he could not afford that +ju-ju, and so destroyed its power, so as to prevent its harming him +when he neglected it.</p> +<p>The general rule with these secret societies is to admit the young +free people at an age of about eight to ten years, the boys entering +the male, the girls the female society. Both societies are rigidly +kept apart. A man who attempts to penetrate the female mysteries +would be as surely killed as a woman who might attempt to investigate +the male mysteries; still I came, in 1893, across an amusing case which +demonstrates the inextinguishable thirst for knowledge, so long as that +knowledge is forbidden, which characterises our sex.</p> +<p>It was in the district just south of Big Batanga. The male +society had been very hard on the ladies for some time, and one day +one star-like intellect among the latter told her next-door neighbour, +in strict confidence, that she did not believe Ikun was a spirit at +all, but only old So-and-so dressed up in leaves. This rank heresy +spread rapidly, in strict confidence, among the ladies at large, and +they used to assemble together in the house of the foundress of the +theory, secretly of course, because husbands down there are hasty with +the cutlass and the kassengo, and they talked the matter over. +Somehow or other, this came to the ears of the men. Whether the +ladies got too emancipated and winked when Ikun was mentioned, or asked +how Mr. So-and-so was this morning, in a pointed way, after an Ikun +manifestation, I do not know; some people told me this was so, but others, +who, I fear, were right, considering the acknowledged slowness of men +in putting two and two together, and the treachery of women towards +each other, said that a woman had told a man that she had heard some +of the other women were going on in this heretical way. Anyhow, +the men knew, and were much alarmed; scepticism had spread by now to +such an extent that nothing short of burning or drowning all the women +could stamp it out and reintroduce the proper sense of awe into the +female side of Society, and after a good deal of consideration the men +saw, for men are undoubtedly more gifted in foresight than our sex, +that it was no particular use reintroducing this awe if there was no +female half of Society to be impressed by it. It was a brain-spraining +problem for the men all round, for it is clear Society cannot be kept +together without some superhuman aid to help to keep the feminine portion +of it within bounds.</p> +<p>Grave councils were held, and it was decided that the woman at whose +house these treasonable meetings were held should be sent away early +one morning on a trading mission to the nearest factory, a job she readily +undertook; and while the other women were away in the plantation or +at the spring, certain men entered her house secretly and dug a big +chamber out in the floor of the hut, and one of them, dressed as Ikun, +and provided with refreshments for the day, got into this chamber, and +the whole affair was covered over carefully and the floor re-sanded. +That afternoon there was a big manifestation of Ikun. He came +in the most terrible form, his howls were awful, and he finally went +dancing away into the bush as the night came down. The ladies +had just taken the common-sense precaution of removing all goats, sheep, +fowls, etc., into enclosed premises, for, like all his kind, he seizes +and holds any property he may come across in the street, but there was +evidently no emotional thrill in the female mind regarding him, and +when the leading lady returned home in the evening the other ladies +strolled into their leader’s hut to hear about what new cotton +prints, beads, and things Mr.--- had got at his factory by the last +steamer from Europe, and interesting kindred subjects bearing on Mr.---. +When they had threshed these matters out, the conversation turned on +to religion, and what fools those men had been making of themselves +all the afternoon with their Ikun. No sooner was his name uttered +than a venomous howl, terminating in squeals of rage and impatience, +came from the ground beneath them. They stared at each other for +one second, and then, feeling that something was tearing its way up +through the floor, they left for the interior of Africa with one accord. +Ikun gave chase as soon as he got free, but what with being half-stifled +and a bit cramped in the legs, and much encumbered with his vegetable +decorations, the ladies got clear away and no arrests were made - but +Society was saved. Scepticism became in the twinkling of an eye +a thing of the past; and, although no names were taken, the men observed +that certain ladies were particularly anxious, and regardless of expense, +in buying immunity from Ikun, and they fancied that these ladies were +probably in that hut on that particular evening, but they took no further +action against them, save making Ikun particularly expensive. +There ought to be a moral to an improving tale of this order, I know, +but the only one I can think of just now is that it takes a priest to +get round a woman; and I always feel inclined to jump on to the table +myself when I think of those poor dear creatures sitting on the floor +and feeling that awful thing clapper-clawing its way up right under +them.</p> +<p>Tattooing on the West Coast is comparatively rare, and I think I +may say never used with decorative intent only. The skin decorations +are either paint or cicatrices - in the former case the pattern is not +kept always the same by the individual. A peculiar form of it +you find in the Rivers, where a pattern is painted on the skin, and +then when the paint is dry, a wash is applied which makes the unpainted +skin rise up in between the painted pattern. The cicatrices are +sometimes tribal marks, but sometimes decorative. They are made +by cutting the skin and then placing in the wound the fluff of the silk +cotton tree.</p> +<p>The great point of agreement between all these West African secret +societies lies in the methods of initiation.</p> +<p>The boy, if he belongs to a tribe that goes in for tattooing, is +tattooed, and is handed over to instructors in the societies’ +secrets and formula. He lives, with the other boys of his tribe +undergoing initiation, usually under the rule of several instructors, +and for the space of one year. He lives always in the forest, +and is naked and smeared with clay.</p> +<p>The boys are exercised so as to become inured to hardship; in some +districts, they make raids so as to perfect themselves in this useful +accomplishment. They always take a new name, and are supposed +by the initiation process to become new beings in the magic wood, and +on their return to their village at the end of their course, they pretend +to have entirely forgotten their life before they entered the wood; +but this pretence is not kept up beyond the period of festivities given +to welcome them home. They all learn, to a certain extent, a new +language, a secret language only understood by the initiated.</p> +<p>The same removal from home and instruction from initiated members +is also observed with the girls. However, in their case, it is +not always a forest-grove they are secluded in, sometimes it is done +in huts. Among the Grain Coast tribes however, the girls go into +a magic wood until they are married. Should they have to leave +the wood for any temporary reason, they must smear themselves with white +clay. A similar custom holds good in Okÿon, Calabar district, +where, should a girl have to leave the fattening-house, she must be +covered with white clay. I believe this fattening-house custom +in Calabar is not only for fattening up the women to improve their appearance, +but an initiatory custom as well, although the main intention is now, +undoubtedly, fattening, and the girl is constantly fed with fat-producing +foods, such as fou-fou soaked in palm oil. I am told, but I think +wrongly, that the white clay with which a Calabar girl is kept covered +while in the fattening-house, putting on an extra coating of it should +she come outside, is to assist in the fattening process by preventing +perspiration.</p> +<p>The duration of the period of seclusion varies somewhat. San +Salvador boys are six months in the wood. Cameroon boys are twelve +months. In most districts the girls are betrothed in infancy, +and they go into the wood or initiatory hut for a few months before +marriage. In this case the time seems to vary with the circumstances +of the individual; not so with the boys, for whom each tribal society +has a duly appointed course terminating at a duly appointed time; but +sometimes, as among some of the Yoruba tribes, the boy has to remain +under the rule of the presiding elders of the society, painted white, +and wearing only a bit of grass cloth, if he wears anything, until he +has killed a man. Then he is held to have attained man’s +estate by having demonstrated his courage and also by having secured +for himself the soul of the man he has killed as a spirit slave.</p> +<p>The initiation of boys into a few of the elementary dogmas of the +secret society by no means composes the entire work of the society. +All of them are judicial, and taken on the whole they do an immense +amount of good. The methods are frequently a little quaint. +Rushing about the streets disguised under masks and drapery, with an +imitation tail swinging behind you, while you lash out at every one +you meet with a whip or cutlass, is not a European way of keeping the +peace, or perhaps I should say maintaining the dignity of the Law. +But discipline must be maintained, and this is the West African way +of doing it.</p> +<p>The Egbo of Calabar is a fine type of the secret society. It +is exceedingly well developed in its details, not sketchy like Isyogo, +nor so red-handed as Poorah. Unfortunately, however, I cannot +speak with the same amount of knowledge of Egbo as I could of Poorah.</p> +<p>Egbo has the most grades of initiation, except perhaps Poorah, and +it exercises jurisdiction over all classes of crime except witchcraft. +Any Effik man who desires to become an influential person in the tribe +must buy himself into as high a grade of Egbo as he can afford, and +these grades are expensive, £1,500 or £1,000 English being +required for the higher steps, I am informed. But it is worth +it to a great trader, as an influential Effik necessarily is, for he +can call out his own class of Egbo and send it against those of his +debtors who may be of lower grades, and as the Egbo methods of delivering +its orders to pay up consist in placing Egbo at a man’s doorway, +and until it removes itself from that doorway the man dare not venture +outside his house, it is most successful.</p> +<p>Of course the higher a man is in Egbo rank, the greater his power +and security, for lower grades cannot proceed against higher ones. +Indeed, when a man meets the paraphernalia of a higher grade of Egbo +than that to which he belongs, he has to act as if he were lame, and +limp along past it humbly, as if the sight of it had taken all the strength +out of him, and, needless to remark, higher grade debtors flip their +fingers at lower grade creditors.</p> +<p>After talking so much about the secret society spirits, it may be +as well to say what they are. They are, one and all, a kind of +a sort of a something that usually (the exception is Ikun) lives in +the bush. Last February I was making my way back toward Duke Town +- late, as usual; I was just by a town on the Qwa River. As I +was hurrying onward I heard a terrific uproar accompanied by drums in +the thick bush into which, after a brief interval of open ground, the +path turned. I became cautious and alarmed, and hid in some dense +bush as the men making the noise approached. I saw it was some +ju-ju affair. They had a sort of box which they carried on poles, +and their dresses were peculiar, and abnormally ample over the upper +part of their body. They were prancing about in an ecstatic way +round the box, which had one end open, beating their drums and shouting. +They were fairly close to me, but fortunately turned their attention +to another bit of undergrowth, or that evening they would have landed +another kind of thing to what they were after. The bushes they +selected they surrounded and evidently did their best to induce something +to come out of them and go into their box arrangement. I was every +bit as anxious as they were that they should succeed, and succeed rapidly, +for you know there are a nasty lot of snakes and things in general, +not to mention driver ants, about that Calabar bush, that do not make +it at all pleasant to go sitting about in. However, presently +they got this something into their box and rejoiced exceedingly, and +departed staggering under the weight. I gave them a good start, +and then made the best of my way home; and all that night Duke Town +howled, and sang, and thumped its tom-toms unceasingly; for I was told +Egbo had come into the town. Egbo is very coy, even for a secret +society spirit, and seems to loathe publicity; but when he is ensconced +in this ark he utters sententious observations on the subject of current +politics, and his word is law. The voice that comes out of the +ark is very strange, and unlike a human voice. I heard it shortly +after Egbo had been secured. I expect, from what I saw, that there +was some person in that ark all the time, but I do not know. It +is more than I can do to understand my ju-ju details at present, let +alone explain them on rational lines. I hear that there is a tribe +on the slave coast who have been proved to keep a small child in the +drum that is the residence of their chief spirit, and that when the +child grows too large to go in it is killed, and another one that has +in the meantime been trained by the priests takes the place of the dead +one, until it, in its turn, grows too big and is killed, and so on. +I expect this killing of the children is not sacrificial, but arises +entirely from the fact that as ex-kings are dangerous to the body politic, +therefore still more dangerous would ex-gods be.</p> +<p>Very little is known by outsiders regarding Egbo compared to what +there must be to be known, owing to a want of interest or to a sense +of inability on the part of most white people to make head or tail out +of what seems to them a horrid pagan practice or a farrago of nonsense.</p> +<p>It is still a great power, although its officials in Duke or Creek +Town are no longer allowed to go chopping and whipping promiscuous-like, +because the Consul-General has a prejudice against this sort of thing, +and the Effik is learning that it is nearly as unhealthy to go against +his Consul-General as against his ju-ju. So I do not believe you +will ever get the truth about it in Duke Town, or Creek Town. +If you want to get hold of the underlying idea of these societies you +must go round out-of-the-way corners where the natives are not yet afraid +of being laughed at or punished.</p> +<p>Of the South-West Coast secret societies the Ukuku seems the most +powerful. The Isyogo belonging to those indolent Igalwas, and +M’pongwe is now little more than a play. You pretty frequently +come upon Isyogo dances just round Libreville. You will see stretched +across the little street in a cluster of houses, a line from which branches +are suspended, making a sort of screen. The women and children +keep one side of this screen, the men dancing on the other side to the +peculiar monotonous Isyogo tune. Poorah I have spoken of elsewhere.</p> +<p>I believe that these secret societies are always distinct from the +leopard societies. I have pretty nearly enough evidence to prove +that it is so in some districts, but not in all. So far my evidence +only goes to prove the distinction of the two among the Negroes, not +among the Bantu, and in all cases you will find some men belonging to +both. Some men, in fact, go in for all the societies in their +district, but not all the men; and in all districts, if you look close, +you will find several societies apart from the regular youth-initiating +one.</p> +<p>These other societies are practically murder societies, and their +practices usually include cannibalism, which is not an essential part +of the rites of the great tribal societies, Isyogo or Egbo. In +the Calabar district I was informed by natives that there was a society +of which the last entered member has to provide, for the entertainment +of the other members, the body of a relative of his own, and sacrificial +cannibalism is always breaking out, or perhaps I should say being discovered, +by the white authorities in the Niger Delta. There was the great +outburst of it at Brass, in 1895, and the one chronicled in the <i>Liverpool +Mercury</i> for August 13th, 1895, as occurring at Sierra Leone. +This account is worth quoting. It describes the hanging by the +Authorities of three murderers, and states the incidents, which took +place in the Imperi country behind Free Town.</p> +<p>One of the chief murderers was a man named Jowe, who had formerly +been a Sunday-school teacher in Sierra Leone. He pleaded in extenuation +of his offence that he had been compelled to join the society. +The others said they committed the murders in order to obtain certain +parts of the body for ju-ju purposes, the leg, the hand, the heart, +etc. The <i>Mercury</i> goes on to give the statement of the Reverend +Father Bomy of the Roman Catholic Mission. “He said he was +at Bromtu, where the St. Joseph Mission has a station, when a man was +brought down from the Imperi country in a boat. The poor fellow +was in a dreadful state, and was brought to the station for medical +treatment. He said he was working on his farm, when he was suddenly +pounced upon from behind. A number of sharp instruments were driven +into the back of his neck. He presented a fearful sight, having +wounds all over his body supposed to have been inflicted by the claws +of the leopard, but in reality they were stabs from sharp-pointed knives. +The native, who was a powerfully-built man, called out, and his cries +attracting the attention of his relations, the leopards made off. +The poor fellow died at Bromtu from the injuries. It was only +his splendid physique that kept him alive until his arrival at the Mission.” +The <i>Mercury</i> goes on to quote from the <i>Pall Mall</i>, and I +too go on quoting to show that these things are known and acknowledged +to have taken place in a colony like Sierra Leone, which has had unequalled +opportunities of becoming christianised for more than one hundred years, +and now has more than one hundred and thirty places of Christian worship +in it. “Some twenty years ago there was a war between this +tribe Taima and the Paramas. The Paramas sent some of their war +boys to be ambushed in the intervening country, the Imperi, but the +Imperi delivered these war boys to the enemy. In revenge, the +Paramas sent the Fetish Boofima into the Imperi country. This +Fetish had up to that time been kept active and working by the sacrifice +of goats, but the medicine men of the Paramas who introduced it into +the Imperi country decreed at the same time that human sacrifices would +be required to keep it alive, thereby working their vengeance on the +Imperi by leading them to exterminate themselves in sacrifice to the +Fetish. The country for years has been terrorised by this secret +worship of Boofima and at one time the Imperi started the Tonga dances, +at which the medicine men pointed out the supposed worshippers of Boofima +- the so-called Human Leopards, because when seizing their victims for +sacrifice they covered themselves with leopard skins, and imitating +the roars of the leopard, they sprang upon their victim, plunging at +the same time two three-pronged forks into each side of the throat. +The Government some years ago forbade the Tonga dances, and are now +striving to suppress the human leopards. There are also human +alligators who, disguised as alligators, swim in the creeks upon the +canoes and carry off the crew. Some of them have been brought +for trial but no complete case has been made out against them!” +In comment upon this account, which is evidently written by some one +well versed in the affair, I will only remark that sometimes, instead +of the three-pronged forks, there are fixed in the paws of the leopard +skin sharp-pointed cutting knives, the skin being made into a sort of +glove into which the hand of the human leopard fits. In one skin +I saw down south this was most ingeniously done. The knives were +shaped like the leopard’s claws, curved, sharp-pointed, and with +cutting edges underneath, and I am told the American Mendi Mission, +which works in the Sierra Leone districts, have got a similar skin in +their possession.</p> +<p>The human alligator mentioned, is our old friend the witch crocodile +- the spirit of the man in the crocodile. I never myself came +across a case of a man in his corporeal body swimming about in a crocodile +skin, and I doubt whether any native would chance himself inside a crocodile +skin and swim about in the river among the genuine articles for fear +of their penetrating his disguise mentally and physically.</p> +<p>In Calabar witch crocodiles are still flourishing. There is +an immense old brute that sporting Vice-Consuls periodically go after, +which is known to contain the spirit of a Duke Town chief who shall +be nameless, because they are getting on at such a pace just round Duke +Town that haply I might be had up for libel. When I was in Calabar +once, a peculiarly energetic officer had hit that crocodile and the +chief was forthwith laid up by a wound in his leg. He said a dog +had bit him. They, the chief and the crocodile, are quite well +again now, and I will say this in favour of that chief, that nothing +on earth would persuade me to believe that he went fooling about in +the Calabar River in his corporeal body, either in his own skin or a +crocodile’s.</p> +<p>The introduction of the Fetish Boofima into the country of the Imperi +is an interesting point as it shows that these different tribes have +the same big ju-ju. Similarly, Calabar Egbo can go into Okÿon, +and will be respected in some of the New Calabar districts, but not +at Brass, where the secret society is a distinct cult. Often a +neighbouring district will send into Calabar, or Brass, where the big +ju-ju is, and ask to have one sent up into their district to keep order, +but Egbo will occasionally be sent into a district without that district +in the least wanting it; but, as in the Imperi case, when it is there +it is supreme. But say, for example, you were to send Egbo round +from Calabar to Cameroon. Cameroon might be barely civil to it, +but would pay it no homage, for Cameroon has got no end of a ju-ju of +its own. It can rise up as high as the Peak, 13,760 feet. +I never saw the Cameroon ju-ju do this, but I saw it start up from four +feet to quite twelve feet in the twinkling of an eye, and I was assured +that it was only modest reticence on its part that made it leave the +other 13,748 feet out of the performance.</p> +<p>Doctor Nassau seems to think that the tribal society of the Corisco +regions is identical with the leopard societies. He has had considerable +experience of the workings of the Ukuku, particularly when he was pioneering +in the Benito regions, when it came very near killing him. He +says the name signifies a departed spirit. “It is a secret +society into which all the males are initiated at puberty, whose procedure +may not be seen by females, nor its laws disobeyed by any one under +pain of death, a penalty which is sometimes commuted to a fine, a heavy +fine. Its discussions are uttered as an oracle from any secluded +spot by some man appointed for the purpose.</p> +<p>“On trivial occasions any initiated man may personate Ukuku +or issue commands for the family. On other occasions, as in Shiku, +to raise prices, the society lays its commands on foreign traders.”</p> +<p>Some cases of Ukuku proceedings against white traders have come under +my own observation. A friend of mine, a trader in the Batanga +district, in some way incurred the animosity of the society’s +local branch. He had, as is usual in the South-West Coast trade +several sub-factories in the bush. He found himself boycotted; +no native came in to his yard to buy or sell at the store, not even +to sell food. He took no notice and awaited developments. +One evening when he was sitting on his verandah, smoking and reading, +he thought he heard some one singing softly under the house, this, like +most European buildings hereabouts, being elevated just above the earth. +He was attracted to the song and listened: it was evidently one of the +natives singing, not one of his own Kruboys, and so, knowing the language, +and having nothing else particular to do, he attended to the affair.</p> +<p>It was the same thing sung softly over and over again, so softly +that he could hardly make out the words. But at last, catching +his native name among them, he listened more intently than ever, down +at a knot-hole in the wooden floor. The song was - “They +are going to attack your factory at . . . to-morrow. They are +going to attack your factory at . . . to-morrow,” over and over +again, until it ceased; and then he thought he saw something darker +than the darkness round it creep across the yard and disappear in the +bush. Very early in the morning he, with his Kruboys and some +guns, went and established themselves in that threatened factory in +force. The Ukuku Society turned up in the evening, and reconnoitred +the situation, and finding there was more in it than they had expected, +withdrew.</p> +<p>In the course of the next twenty-four hours he succeeded in talking +the palaver successfully with them. He never knew who his singing +friend was, but suspected it was a man whom he had known to be grateful +for some kindness he had done him. Indeed there were, and are, +many natives who have cause to be grateful to him, for he is deservedly +popular among his local tribes, but the man who sang to him that night +deserves much honour, for he did it at a terrific risk.</p> +<p>Sometimes representatives of the Ukuku fraternity from several tribes +meet together and discuss intertribal difficulties, thereby avoiding +war.</p> +<p>Dr. Nassau distinctly says that the Bantu region leopard society +is identical with the Ukuku, and he says that although the leopards +are not very numerous here they are very daring, made so by immunity +from punishment by man. “The superstition is that on any +man who kills a leopard will fall a curse or evil disease, curable only +by ruinously expensive process of three weeks’ duration under +the direction of Ukuku. So the natives allow the greatest depredations +and ravages until their sheep, goats, and dogs are swept away, and are +roused to self-defence only when a human being becomes the victim of +the daring beast. With this superstition is united another similar +to the werewolf of Germany, viz., a belief in the power of human metamorphosis +into a leopard. A person so metamorphosed is called ‘Uvengwa.’ +At one time in Benito an intense excitement prevailed in the community. +Doors and shutters were rattled at the dead of night, marks of leopard +claws were scratched on door-posts. Then tracks lay on every path. +Women and children in lonely places saw their flitting forms, or in +the dusk were knocked down by their spring, or heard their growl in +the thickets. It is difficult to decide in many of these reports +whether it is a real leopard or only an Uvengwa - to native fears they +are practically the same, - we were certain this time the Uvengwa was +the thief disguised in leopard’s skin, as theft is always heard +of about such times.”</p> +<p>When I was in Gaboon in September, 1895, there was great Uvengwa +excitement in a district just across the other side of the estuary, +mainly at a village that enjoyed the spacious and resounding name of +Rumpochembo, from a celebrated chief, and all these phenomena were rife +there. Again, when I was in a village up the Calabar there were +fourteen goats and five slaves killed in eight days by leopards, the +genuine things, I am sure, in this case; but here, as down South, there +was a strong objection to proceed against the leopard, and no action +was being taken save making the goat-houses stronger. In Okÿon, +when a leopard is killed, its body is treated with great respect and +brought into the killer’s village. Messages are then sent +to the neighbouring villages, and they send representatives to the village +and the gall-bladder is most carefully removed from the leopard and +burnt <i>coram publico</i>, each person whipping their hands down their +arms to disavow any guilt in the affair. This burning of the gall, +however, is not ju-ju, it is done merely to destroy it, and to demonstrate +to all men that it is destroyed, because it is believed to be a deadly +poison, and if any is found in a man’s possession the punishment +is death, unless he is a great chief - a few of these are allowed to +keep leopards’ gall in their possession. John Bailey tells +me that if a great chief commits a great crime, and is adjudged by a +conclave of his fellow chiefs to die, it is not considered right he +should die in a common way, and he is given leopards’ gall. +A precisely similar idea regarding the poisonous quality of crocodiles’ +gall holds good down South.</p> +<p>The ju-ju parts of the leopard are the whiskers. You cannot +get a skin from a native with them on, and gay, reckless young hunters +wear them stuck in their hair and swagger tremendously while the Elders +shake their heads and keep a keen eye on their subsequent conduct.</p> +<p>I must say the African leopard is an audacious animal, although it +is ungrateful of me to say a word against him, after the way he has +let me off personally, and I will speak of his extreme beauty as compensation +for my ingratitude. I really think, taken as a whole, he is the +most lovely animal I have ever seen; only seeing him, in the one way +you can gain a full idea of his beauty, namely in his native forest, +is not an unmixed joy to a person, like myself, of a nervous disposition. +I may remark that my nervousness regarding the big game of Africa is +of a rather peculiar kind. I can confidently say I am not afraid +of any wild animal - until I see it - and then - well I will yield to +nobody in terror; fortunately as I say my terror is a special variety; +fortunately, because no one can manage their own terror. You can +suppress alarm, excitement, fear, fright, and all those small-fry emotions, +but the real terror is as dependent on the inner make of you as the +colour of your eyes, or the shape of your nose; and when terror ascends +its throne in my mind I become preternaturally artful, and intelligent +to an extent utterly foreign to my true nature, and save, in the case +of close quarters with bad big animals, a feeling of rage against some +unknown person that such things as leopards, elephants, crocodiles, +etc., should be allowed out loose in that disgracefully dangerous way, +I do not think much about it at the time. Whenever I have come +across an awful animal in the forest and I know it has seen me I take +Jerome’s advice, and instead of relying on the power of the human +eye rely upon that of the human leg, and effect a masterly retreat in +the face of the enemy. If I know it has not seen me I sink in +my tracks and keep an eye on it, hoping that it will go away soon. +Thus I once came upon a leopard. I had got caught in a tornado +in a dense forest. The massive, mighty trees were waving like +a wheat-field in an autumn gale in England, and I dare say a field mouse +in a wheat-field in a gale would have heard much the same uproar. +The tornado shrieked like ten thousand vengeful demons. The great +trees creaked and groaned and strained against it and their bush-rope +cables groaned and smacked like whips, and ever and anon a thundering +crash with snaps like pistol shots told that they and their mighty tree +had strained and struggled in vain. The fierce rain came in a +roar, tearing to shreds the leaves and blossoms and deluging everything. +I was making bad weather of it, and climbing up over a lot of rocks +out of a gully bottom where I had been half drowned in a stream, and +on getting my head to the level of a block of rock I observed right +in front of my eyes, broadside on, maybe a yard off, certainly not more, +a big leopard. He was crouching on the ground, with his magnificent +head thrown back and his eyes shut. His fore-paws were spread +out in front of him and he lashed the ground with his tail, and I grieve +to say, in face of that awful danger - I don’t mean me, but the +tornado - that depraved creature swore, softly, but repeatedly and profoundly. +I did not get all these facts up in one glance, for no sooner did I +see him than I ducked under the rocks, and remembered thankfully that +leopards are said to have no power of smell. But I heard his observation +on the weather, and the flip-flap of his tail on the ground. Every +now and then I cautiously took a look at him with one eye round a rock-edge, +and he remained in the same position. My feelings tell me he remained +there twelve months, but my calmer judgment puts the time down at twenty +minutes; and at last, on taking another cautious peep, I saw he was +gone. At the time I wished I knew exactly where, but I do not +care about that detail now, for I saw no more of him. He had moved +off in one of those weird lulls which you get in a tornado, when for +a few seconds the wild herd of hurrying winds seem to have lost themselves, +and wander round crying and wailing like lost souls, until their common +rage seizes them again and they rush back to their work of destruction. +It was an immense pleasure to have seen the great creature like that. +He was so evidently enraged and baffled by the uproar and dazzled by +the floods of lightning that swept down into the deepest recesses of +the forest, showing at one second every detail of twig, leaf, branch, +and stone round you, and then leaving you in a sort of swirling dark +until the next flash came; this, and the great conglomerate roar of +the wind, rain and thunder, was enough to bewilder any living thing.</p> +<p>I have never hurt a leopard intentionally; I am habitually kind to +animals, and besides I do not think it is ladylike to go shooting things +with a gun. Twice, however, I have been in collision with them. +On one occasion a big leopard had attacked a dog, who, with her family, +was occupying a broken-down hut next to mine. The dog was a half-bred +boarhound, and a savage brute on her own account. I, being roused +by the uproar, rushed out into the feeble moonlight, thinking she was +having one of her habitual turns-up with other dogs, and I saw a whirling +mass of animal matter within a yard of me. I fired two mushroom-shaped +native stools in rapid succession into the brown of it, and the meeting +broke up into a leopard and a dog. The leopard crouched, I think +to spring on me. I can see its great, beautiful, lambent eyes +still, and I seized an earthen water-cooler and flung it straight at +them. It was a noble shot; it burst on the leopard’s head +like a shell and the leopard went for bush one time. Twenty minutes +after people began to drop in cautiously and inquire if anything was +the matter, and I civilly asked them to go and ask the leopard in the +bush, but they firmly refused. We found the dog had got her shoulder +slit open as if by a blow from a cutlass, and the leopard had evidently +seized the dog by the scruff of her neck, but owing to the loose folds +of skin no bones were broken and she got round all right after much +ointment from me, which she paid me for with several bites. Do +not mistake this for a sporting adventure. I no more thought it +was a leopard than that it was a lotus when I joined the fight. +My other leopard was also after a dog. Leopards always come after +dogs, because once upon a time the leopard and the dog were great friends, +and the leopard went out one day and left her whelps in charge of the +dog, and the dog went out flirting, and a snake came and killed the +whelps, so there is ill-feeling to this day between the two. For +the benefit of sporting readers whose interest may have been excited +by the mention of big game, I may remark that the largest leopard skin +I ever measured myself was, tail included, 9 feet 7 inches. It +was a dried skin, and every man who saw it said, “It was the largest +skin he had ever seen, except one that he had seen somewhere else.”</p> +<p>The largest crocodile I ever measured was 22 feet 3 inches, the largest +gorilla 5 feet 7 inches. I am assured by the missionaries in Calabar, +that there was a python brought into Creek Town in the Rev. Mr. Goldie’s +time, that extended the whole length of the Creek Town mission-house +verandah and to spare. This python must have been over 40 feet. +I have not a shadow of doubt it was. Stay-at-home people will +always discredit great measurements, but experienced bushmen do not, +and after all, if it amuses the stay-at-homes to do so, by all means +let them; they have dull lives of it and it don’t hurt you, for +you know how exceedingly difficult it is to preserve really big things +to bring home, and how, half the time, they fall into the hands of people +who would not bother their heads to preserve them in a rotting climate +like West Africa.</p> +<p>The largest python skin I ever measured was a damaged one, which +was 26 feet. There is an immense one hung in front of a house +in San Paul de Loanda which you can go and measure yourself with comparative +safety any day, and which is, I think, over 20 feet. I never measured +this one. The common run of pythons is 10-15 feet, or rather I +should say this is about the sized one you find with painful frequency +in your chicken-house.</p> +<p>Of the Lubuku secret society I can speak with no personal knowledge. +I had a great deal of curious information regarding it from a Bakele +woman, who had her information second-hand, but it bears out what Captain +Latrobe Bateman says about it in his most excellent book <i>The</i> +<i>First Ascent of the Kasai</i> (George Phillip, 1889), and to his +account in Note J of the Appendix, I beg to refer the ethnologist. +My information also went to show what he calls “a dark inference +as to its true nature,” a nature not universally common by any +means to the African tribal secret society.</p> +<p>In addition to the secret society and the leopard society, there +are in the Delta some ju-jus held only by a few great chiefs. +The one in Bonny has a complete language to itself, and there is one +in Duke Town so powerful that should you desire the death of any person +you have only to go and name him before it. “These jujus +are very swift and sure.” I would rather drink than fight +with any of them - yes, far.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XVII. ASCENT OF THE GREAT PEAK OF CAMEROONS.</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>Setting forth how the Voyager is minded to ascend the mountain +called Mungo Mah Lobeh, or the Throne of Thunder, and in due course +reaches Buea, situate thereon.</i></p> +<p>After returning from Corisco I remained a few weeks in Gaboon, and +then left on the <i>Niger</i>, commanded by Captain Davies. My +regrets, I should say, arose from leaving the charms and interests of +Congo Français, and had nothing whatever to do with taking passage +on one of the most comfortable ships of all those which call on the +Coast.</p> +<p>The <i>Niger</i> was homeward-bound when I joined her, and in due +course arrived in Cameroon River, and I was once again under the dominion +of Germany. It would be a very interesting thing to compare the +various forms of European government in Africa - English, French, German, +Portuguese, and Spanish; but to do so with any justice would occupy +more space than I have at my disposal, for the subject is extremely +intricate. Each of these forms of government have their good points +and their bad. Each of them are dealing with bits of Africa differing +from each other - in the nature of their inhabitants and their formation, +and so on - so I will not enter into any comparison of them here.</p> +<p>From the deck of the <i>Niger</i> I found myself again confronted +with my great temptation - the magnificent Mungo Mah Lobeh - the Throne +of Thunder. Now it is none of my business to go up mountains. +There’s next to no fish on them in West Africa, and precious little +good rank fetish, as the population on them is sparse - the African, +like myself, abhorring cool air. Nevertheless, I feel quite sure +that no white man has ever looked on the great Peak of Cameroon without +a desire arising in his mind to ascend it and know in detail the highest +point on the western side of the continent, and indeed one of the highest +points in all Africa.</p> +<p>So great is the majesty and charm of this mountain that the temptation +of it is as great to me to-day as it was on the first day I saw it, +when I was feeling my way down the West Coast of Africa on the S.S. +<i>Lagos</i> in 1893, and it revealed itself by good chance from its +surf-washed plinth to its skyscraping summit. Certainly it is +most striking when you see it first, as I first saw it, after coasting +for weeks along the low shores and mangrove-fringed rivers of the Niger +Delta. Suddenly, right up out of the sea, rises the great mountain +to its 13,760 feet, while close at hand, to westward, towers the lovely +island mass of Fernando Po to 10,190 feet. But every time you +pass it by its beauty grows on you with greater and greater force, though +it is never twice the same. Sometimes it is wreathed with indigo-black +tornado clouds, sometimes crested with snow, sometimes softly gorgeous +with gold, green, and rose-coloured vapours tinted by the setting sun, +sometimes completely swathed in dense cloud so that you cannot see it +at all; but when you once know it is there it is all the same, and you +bow down and worship.</p> +<p>There are only two distinct peaks to this glorious thing that geologists +brutally call the volcanic intrusive mass of the Cameroon Mountains, +viz., Big Cameroon and Little Cameroon. The latter, Mungo Mah +Etindeh, has not yet been scaled, although it is only 5,820 feet. +One reason for this is doubtless that the few people in fever-stricken, +over-worked West Africa who are able to go up mountains, naturally try +for the adjacent Big Cameroon; the other reason is that Mungo Mah Etindeh, +to which Burton refers as “the awful form of Little Cameroon,” +is mostly sheer cliff, and is from foot to summit clothed in an almost +impenetrable forest. Behind these two mountains of volcanic origin, +which cover an area on an isolated base of between 700 and 800 square +miles in extent, there are distinctly visible from the coast two chains +of mountains, or I should think one chain deflected, the so-called Rumby +and Omon ranges. These are no relations of Mungo, being of very +different structure and conformation; the geological specimens I have +brought from them and from the Cameroons being identified by geologists +as respectively schistose grit and vesicular lava.</p> +<p>After spending a few pleasant days in Cameroon River in the society +of Frau Plehn, my poor friend Mrs. Duggan having, I regret to say, departed +for England on the death of her husband, I went round to Victoria, Ambas +Bay, on the <i>Niger</i>, and in spite of being advised solemnly by +Captain Davies to “chuck it as it was not a picnic,” I started +to attempt the Peak of Cameroons as follows.</p> +<p><i>September</i> 20<i>th</i>, 1895. - Left Victoria at 7.30, weather +fine. Herr von Lucke, though sadly convinced, by a series of experiments +he has been carrying on ever since I landed, and I expect before, that +you cannot be in three places at one time, is still trying to do so; +or more properly speaking he starts an experiment series for four places, +man-like, instead of getting ill as I should under the circumstances, +and he kindly comes with me as far as the bridge across the lovely cascading +Lukole River, and then goes back at about seven miles an hour to look +after Victoria and his sick subordinates in detail.</p> +<p>I, with my crew, keep on up the grand new road the Government is +making, which when finished is to go from Ambas Bay to Buea, 3,000 feet +up on the mountain’s side. This road is quite the most magnificent +of roads, as regards breadth and general intention, that I have seen +anywhere in West Africa, and it runs through a superbly beautiful country. +It is, I should say, as broad as Oxford Street; on either side of it +are deep drains to carry off the surface waters, with banks of varied +beautiful tropical shrubs and ferns, behind which rise, 100 to 200 feet +high, walls of grand forest, the column-like tree-stems either hung +with flowering, climbing plants and ferns, or showing soft red and soft +grey shafts sixty to seventy feet high without an interrupting branch. +Behind this again rise the lovely foot hills of Mungo, high up against +the sky, coloured the most perfect soft dark blue.</p> +<p>The whole scheme of colour is indescribably rich and full in tone. +The very earth is a velvety red brown, and the butterflies - which abound +- show themselves off in the sunlight, in their canary-coloured, crimson, +and peacock-blue liveries, to perfection. After five minutes’ +experience of the road I envy those butterflies. I do not believe +there is a more lovely road in this world, and besides, it’s a +noble and enterprising thing of a Government to go and make it, considering +the climate and the country; but to get any genuine pleasure out of +it, it is requisite to hover in a bird- or butterfly-like way, for of +all the truly awful things to walk on, that road, when I was on it, +was the worst.</p> +<p>Of course this arose from its not being finished, not having its +top on in fact: the bit that was finished, and had got its top on, for +half a mile beyond the bridge, you could go over in a Bath chair. +The rest of it made you fit for one for the rest of your natural life, +for it was one mass of broken lava rock, and here and there leviathan +tree-stumps that had been partially blown up with gunpowder.</p> +<p>When we near the forest end of the road, it comes on to rain heavily, +and I see a little house on the left-hand side, and a European engineer +superintending a group of very cheerful natives felling timber. +He most kindly invites me to take shelter, saying it cannot rain as +heavily as this for long. My men also announce a desire for water, +and so I sit down and chat with the engineer under the shelter of his +verandah, while the men go to the water-hole, some twenty minutes off.</p> +<p>After learning much about the Congo Free State and other matters, +I presently see one of my men sitting right in the middle of the road +on a rock, totally unsheltered, and a feeling of shame comes over me +in the face of this black man’s aquatic courage. Into the +rain I go, and off we start. I conscientiously attempt to keep +dry, by holding up an umbrella, knowing that though hopeless it is the +proper thing to do.</p> +<p>We leave the road about fifty yards above the hut, turning into the +unbroken forest on the right-hand side, and following a narrow, slippery, +muddy, root-beset bush-path that was a comfort after the road. +Presently we come to a lovely mountain torrent flying down over red-brown +rocks in white foam; exquisitely lovely, and only a shade damper than +the rest of things. Seeing this I solemnly fold up my umbrella +and give it to Kefalla. I then take charge of Fate and wade.</p> +<p>This particular stream, too, requires careful wading, the rocks over +which it flows being arranged in picturesque, but perilous confusion; +however all goes well, and getting to the other side I decide to “chuck +it,” as Captain Davies would say, as to keeping dry, for the rain +comes down heavier than ever.</p> +<p>Now we are evidently dealing with a foot-hillside, but the rain is +too thick for one to see two yards in any direction, and we seem to +be in a ghost-land forest, for the great palms and red-woods rise up +in the mist before us, and fade out in the mist behind, as we pass on. +The rocks which edge and strew the path at our feet are covered with +exquisite ferns and mosses - all the most delicate shades of green imaginable, +and here and there of absolute gold colour, looking as if some ray of +sunshine had lingered too long playing on the earth, and had got shut +off from heaven by the mist, and so lay nestling among the rocks until +it might rejoin the sun.</p> +<p>The path now becomes an absolute torrent, with mud-thickened water, +which cascades round one’s ankles in a sportive way, and round +one’s knees in the hollows in the path. On we go, the path +underneath the water seems a pretty equal mixture of rock and mud, but +they are not evenly distributed. Plantations full of weeds show +up on either side of us, and we are evidently now on the top of a foot-hill. +I suspect a fine view of the sea could be obtained from here, if you +have an atmosphere that is less than 99¾ per cent. of water. +As it is, a white sheet - or more properly speaking, considering its +soft, stuffy woolliness, a white blanket - is stretched across the landscape +to the south-west, where the sea would show.</p> +<p>We go down-hill now, the water rushing into the back of my shoes +for a change. The path is fringed by high, sugar-cane-like grass +which hangs across it in a lackadaisical way, swishing you in the face +and cutting like a knife whenever you catch its edge, and pouring continually +insidious rills of water down one’s neck. It does not matter. +The whole Atlantic could not get more water on to me than I have already +got. Ever and again I stop and wring out some of it from my skirts, +for it is weighty. One would not imagine that anything could come +down in the way of water thicker than the rain, but it can. When +one is on the top of the hills, a cold breeze comes through the mist +chilling one to the bone, and bending the heads of the palm trees, sends +down from them water by the bucketful with a slap; hitting or missing +you as the case may be.</p> +<p>Both myself and my men are by now getting anxious for our “chop,” +and they tell me, “We look them big hut soon.” Soon +we do look them big hut, but with faces of undisguised horror, for the +big hut consists of a few charred roof-mats, etc., lying on the ground. +There has been a fire in that simple savage home. Our path here +is cut by one that goes east and west, and after a consultation between +my men and the Bakwiri, we take the path going east, down a steep slope +between weedy plantations, and shortly on the left shows a steep little +hill-side with a long low hut on the top. We go up to it and I +find it is the habitation of a Basel Mission black Bible-reader. +He comes out and speaks English well, and I tell him I want a house +for myself and my men, and he says we had better come and stay in this +one. It is divided into two chambers, one in which the children +who attend the mission-school stay, and wherein there is a fire, and +one evidently the abode of the teacher. I thank the Bible-reader +and say that I will pay him for the house, and I and the men go in streaming, +and my teeth chatter with cold as the breeze chills my saturated garment +while I give out the rations of beef, rum, blankets, and tobacco to +the men. Then I clear my apartment out and attempt to get dry, +operations which are interrupted by Kefalla coming for tobacco to buy +firewood off the mission teacher to cook our food by.</p> +<p>Presently my excellent little cook brings in my food, and in with +it come two mission teachers - our first acquaintance, the one with +a white jacket, and another with a blue. They lounge about and +spit in all directions, and then chiefs commence to arrive with their +families complete, and they sidle into the apartment and ostentatiously +ogle the demijohn of rum.</p> +<p>They are, as usual, a nuisance, sitting about on everything. +No sooner have I taken an unclean-looking chief off the wood sofa, than +I observe another one has silently seated himself in the middle of my +open portmanteau. Removing him and shutting it up, I see another +one has settled on the men’s beef and rice sack.</p> +<p>It is now about three o’clock and I am still chilled to the +bone in spite of tea. The weather is as bad as ever. The +men say that the rest of the road to Buea is far worse than that which +we have so far come along, and that we should never get there before +dark, and “for sure” should not get there afterwards, because +by the time the dark came down we should be in “bad place too +much.” Therefore, to their great relief, I say I will stay +at this place - Buana - for the night, and go on in the morning time +up to Buea; and just for the present I think I will wrap myself up in +a blanket and try and get the chill out of me, so I give the chiefs +a glass of rum each, plenty of head tobacco, and my best thanks for +their kind call, and then turn them all out. I have not been lying +down five minutes on the plank that serves for a sofa by day and a bed +by night, when Charles comes knocking at the door. He wants tobacco. +“Missionary man no fit to let we have firewood unless we buy em.” +Give Charles a head and shut him out again, and drop off to sleep again +for a quarter of an hour, then am aroused by some enterprising sightseers +pushing open the window-shutters; when I look round there are a mass +of black heads sticking through the window-hole. I tell them respectfully +that the circus is closed for repairs, and fasten up the shutters, but +sleep is impossible, so I turn out and go and see what those men of +mine are after. They are comfortable enough round their fire, +with their clothes suspended on strings in the smoke above them, and +I envy them that fire. I then stroll round to see if there is +anything to be seen, but the scenery is much like that you would enjoy +if you were inside a blanc-mange. So as it is now growing dark +I return to my room and light candles, and read Dr. Günther on +Fishes. Room becomes full of blacks. Unless you watch the +door, you do not see how it is done. You look at a corner one +minute and it is empty, and the next time you look that way it is full +of rows of white teeth and watching eyes. The two mission teachers +come in and make a show of teaching a child to read the Bible. +After again clearing out the rank and fashion of Buana, I prepare to +try and get a sleep; not an elaborate affair, I assure you, for I only +want to wrap myself round in a blanket and lie on that plank, but the +rain has got into the blankets and horror! there is no pillow. +The mission men have cleared their bed paraphernalia right out. +Now you can do without a good many things, but not without a pillow, +so hunt round to find something to make one with; find the Bible in +English, the Bible in German, and two hymn-books, and a candle-stick. +These seem all the small articles in the room - no, there is a parcel +behind the books - mission teachers’ Sunday trousers - make delightful +arrangement of books bound round with trousers and the whole affair +wrapped in one of my towels. Never saw till now advantage of Africans +having trousers. Civilisation has its points after all. +But it is no use trying to get any sleep until those men are quieter. +The partition which separates my apartment from theirs is a bamboo and +mat affair, straight at the top so leaving under the roof a triangular +space above common to both rooms. Also common to both rooms are +the smoke of the fire and the conversation. Kefalla is holding +forth in a dogmatic way, and some of the others are snoring. There +is a new idea in decoration along the separating wall. Mr. Morris +might have made something out of it for a dado. It is composed +of an arrangement in line of stretched out singlets. Vaseline +the revolver. Wish those men would leave off chattering. +Kefalla seems to know the worst about most of the people, black and +white, down in Ambas Bay, but I do not believe those last two stories. +Evidently great jokes in next room now; Kefalla has thrown himself, +still talking, in the dark, on to the top of one of the mission teachers. +The women of the village outside have been keeping up, this hour and +more, a most melancholy coo-ooing. Those foolish creatures are +evidently worrying about their husbands who have gone down to market +in Ambas Bay, and who, they think, are lost in the bush. I have +not a shadow of a doubt that those husbands who are not home by now +are safely drunk in town, or reposing on the grand new road the kindly +Government have provided for them, either in one of the side drains, +or tucked in among the lava rock.</p> +<p><i>September 21st</i>. - Coo-ooing went on all night. I was +aroused about 9.30 P.M., by uproar in adjacent hut: one husband had +returned in a bellicose condition and whacked his wives, and their squarks +and squalls, instead of acting as a warning to the other ladies, stimulate +the silly things to go on coo-ooing louder and more entreatingly than +ever, so that their husbands might come home and whack them too, I suppose, +and whenever the unmitigated hardness of my plank rouses me I hear them +still coo-ooing.</p> +<p>No watchman is required to wake you in the morning on the top of +a Cameroon foot-hill by 5.30, because about 4 A.M. the dank chill that +comes before the dawn does so most effectively. One old chief +turned up early out of the mist and dashed me a bottle of palm wine; +he says he wants to dash me a fowl, but I decline, and accept two eggs, +and give him four heads of tobacco.</p> +<p>The whole place is swathed in thick white mist through which my audience +arrive. But I am firm with them, and shut up the doors and windows +and disregard their bangings on them while I am dressing, or rather +re-dressing. The mission teachers get in with my tea, and sit +and smoke and spit while I have my breakfast. Give me cannibal +Fans!</p> +<p>It is pouring with rain again now, and we go down the steep hillock +to the path we came along yesterday, keep it until we come to where +the old path cuts it, and then turn up to the right following the old +path’s course and leave Buana without a pang of regret. +Our road goes N.E. Oh, the mud of it! Not the clearish cascades +of yesterday but sticky, slippery mud, intensely sticky, and intensely +slippery. The narrow path which is filled by this, is V-shaped +underneath from wear, and I soon find the safest way is right through +the deepest mud in the middle.</p> +<p>The white mist shuts off all details beyond ten yards in any direction. +All we can see, as we first turn up the path, is a patch of kokos of +tremendous size on our right. After this comes weedy plantation, +and stretches of sword grass hanging across the road. The country +is even more unlevel than that we came over yesterday. On we go, +patiently doing our mud pulling through the valleys; toiling up a hillside +among lumps of rock and stretches of forest, for we are now beyond Buana’s +plantations; and skirting the summit of the hill only to descend into +another valley. Evidently this is a succession of foot-hills of +the great mountain and we are not on its true face yet. As we +go on they become more and more abrupt in form, the valleys mere narrow +ravines. In the wet season (this is only the tornado season) each +of these valleys is occupied by a raging torrent from the look of the +confused water-worn boulders. Now among the rocks there are only +isolated pools, for the weather for a fortnight before I left Victoria +had been fairly dry, and this rich porous soil soaks up an immense amount +of water. It strikes me as strange that when we are either going +up or down the hills, the ground is less muddy than when we are skirting +their summits, but it must be because on the inclines the rush of water +clears the soil away down to the bed rock. There is an outcrop +of clay down by Buana, but though that was slippery, it is nothing to +the slipperiness of this fine, soft, red-brown earth that is the soil +higher up, and also round Ambas Bay. This gets churned up into +a sort of batter where there is enough water lying on it, and, when +there is not, an ice slide is an infant to it.</p> +<p>My men and I flounder about; thrice one of them, load and all, goes +down with a squidge and a crash into the side grass, and says “damn!” +with quite the European accent; as a rule, however, we go on in single +file, my shoes giving out a mellifluous squidge, and their naked feet +a squish, squash. The men take it very good temperedly, and sing +in between accidents; I do not feel much like singing myself, particularly +at one awful spot, which was the exception to the rule that ground at +acute angles forms the best going. This exception was a long slippery +slide down into a ravine with a long, perfectly glassy slope up out +of it.</p> +<p>After this we have a stretch of rocky forest, and pass by a widening +in the path which I am told is a place where men blow, <i>i.e</i>. rest, +and then pass through another a little further on, which is Buea’s +bush market. Then through an opening in the great war-hedge of +Buea, a growing stockade some fifteen feet high, the lower part of it +wattled.</p> +<p>At the sides of the path here grow banks of bergamot and balsam, +returning good for evil and smiling sweetly as we crush them. +Thank goodness we are in forest now, and we seem to have done with the +sword-grass. The rocks are covered with moss and ferns, and the +mist curling and wandering about among the stems is very lovely.</p> +<p>In our next ravine there is a succession of pools, part of a mountain +torrent of greater magnitude evidently than those we have passed, and +in these pools there are things swimming. Spend more time catching +them, with the assistance of Bum. I do not value Kefalla’s +advice, ample though it is, as being of any real value in the affair. +Bag some water-spiders and two small fish. The heat is less oppressive +than yesterday. All yesterday one was being alternately smothered +in the valley and chilled on the hill-tops. To-day it is a more +level temperature, about 70°, I fancy.</p> +<p>The soil up here, about 2,500 feet above sea-level, though rock-laden +is exceedingly rich, and the higher we go there is more bergamot, native +indigo, with its underleaf dark blue, and lovely coleuses with red markings +on their upper leaves, and crimson linings. I, as an ichthyologist, +am in the wrong paradise. What a region this would be for a botanist!</p> +<p>The country is gloriously lovely if one could only see it for the +rain and mist; but one only gets dim hints of its beauty when some cold +draughts of wind come down from the great mountains and seem to push +open the mist-veil as with spirit hands, and then in a minute let it +fall together again. I do not expect to reach Buea within regulation +time, but at 11.30 my men say “we close in,” and then, coming +along a forested hill and down a ravine, we find ourselves facing a +rushing river, wherein a squad of black soldiers are washing clothes, +with the assistance of a squad of black ladies, with much uproar and +sky-larking. I too think it best to wash here, standing in the +river and swishing the mud out of my skirts; and then wading across +to the other bank, I wring out my skirts. The ground on the further +side of the river is cleared of bush, and only bears a heavy crop of +balsam; a few steps onwards bring me in view of a corrugated iron-roofed, +plank-sided house, in front of which, towards the great mountain which +now towers up into the mist, is a low clearing with a quadrangle of +native huts - the barracks.</p> +<p>I receive a most kindly welcome from a fair, grey-eyed German gentleman, +only unfortunately I see my efforts to appear before him clean and tidy +have been quite unavailing, for he views my appearance with unmixed +horror, and suggests an instant hot bath. I decline. Men +can be trying! How in the world is any one going to take a bath +in a house with no doors, and only very sketchy wooden window-shutters?</p> +<p>The German officer is building the house quickly, as Ollendorff would +say, but he has not yet got to such luxuries as doors, and so uses army +blankets strung across the doorway; and he has got up temporary wooden +shutters to keep the worst of the rain out, and across his own room’s +window he has a frame covered with greased paper. Thank goodness +he has made a table, and a bench, and a washhand-stand out of planks +for his spare room, which he kindly places at my disposal; and the Fatherland +has evidently stood him an iron bedstead and a mattress for it. +But the Fatherland is not spoiling or cosseting this man to an extent +that will enervate him in the least.</p> +<p>The mist clears off in the evening about five, and the surrounding +scenery is at last visible. Fronting the house there is the cleared +quadrangle, facing which on the other three sides are the lines of very +dilapidated huts, and behind these the ground rises steeply, the great +S.E. face of Mungo Mah Lobeh. It looks awfully steep when you +know you have got to go up it. This station at Buea is 3,000 feet +above sea-level, which explains the hills we have had to come up. +The mountain wall when viewed from Buea is very grand, although it lacks +snowcap or glacier, and the highest summits of Mungo are not visible +because we are too close under them, but its enormous bulk and its isolation +make it highly impressive. The forest runs up it in a great band +above Buea, then sends up great tongues into the grass belt above. +But what may be above this grass belt I know not yet, for our view ends +at the top of the wall of the great S.E. crater. My men say there +are devils and gold up beyond, but the German authorities do not support +this view. Those Germans are so sceptical. This station +is evidently on a ledge, for behind it the ground falls steeply, and +you get an uninterrupted panoramic view of the Cameroon estuary and +the great stretches of low swamp lands with the Mungo and the Bimbia +rivers, and their many creeks and channels, and far away east the strange +abrupt forms of the Rumby Mountains. Herr Liebert says you can +see Cameroon Government buildings from here, if only the day is clear, +though they are some forty miles away. This view of them is, save +a missionary of the Basel mission, the only white society available +at Buea.</p> +<p>I hear more details about the death of poor Freiherr von Gravenreuth, +whose fine monument of a seated lion I saw in the Government House grounds +in Cameroons the other day. Bush fighting in these West African +forests is dreadfully dangerous work. Hemmed in by bush, in a +narrow path along which you must pass slowly in single file, you are +a target for all and any natives invisibly hidden in the undergrowth; +and the war-hedge of Buea must have made an additional danger and difficulty +here for the attacking party. The lieutenant and his small band +of black soldiers had, after a stiff fight, succeeded in forcing the +entrance to this, when their ammunition gave out, and they had to fall +back. The Bueans, regarding this as their victory, rallied, and +a chance shot killed the lieutenant instantly. A further expedition +was promptly sent up from Victoria and it wiped the error out of the +Buean mind and several Bueans with it. But it was a very necessary +expedition. These natives were a constant source of danger to +the more peaceful trading tribes, whom they would not permit to traverse +their territory. The Bueans have been dealt with mercifully by +the Germans, for their big villages, like Sapa, are still standing, +and a continual stream of natives come into the barrack-yard, selling +produce, or carrying it on down to Victoria markets, in a perfectly +content and cheerful way. I met this morning a big burly chief +with his insignia of office - a great stick. He, I am told, is +the chief or Sapa whom Herr von Lucke has called to talk some palaver +with down in Victoria.</p> +<p>At last I leave Herr Liebert, because everything I say to him causes +him to hop, flying somewhere to show me something, and I am sure it +is bad for his foot. I go and see that my men are safely quartered. +Kefalla is laying down the law in a most didactic way to the soldiers. +Herr Liebert has christened him “the Professor,” and I adopt +the name for him, but I fear “Windbag” would fit him better.</p> +<p>At 7.30 a heavy tornado comes rolling down upon us. Masses +of indigo cloud with livid lightning flashing in the van, roll out from +over the wall of the great crater above; then with that malevolence +peculiar to the tornado it sees all the soldiers and their wives and +children sitting happily in the barrack yard, howling in a minor key +and beating their beloved tom-toms, so it comes and sits flump down +on them with deluges of water, and sends its lightning running over +the ground in livid streams of living death. Oh, they are nice +things are tornadoes! I wonder what they will be like when we +are up in their home; up atop of that precious wall? I had no +idea Mungo was so steep. If I had - well, I am in for it now!</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XVIII. ASCENT OF THE GREAT PEAK OF CAMEROONS - (continued).</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>Wherein is recounted how the Voyager sets out from Buea, and goes +up through the forest belt to the top of the S.E. crater of Mungo Mah +Lobeh, with many dilemmas and disasters that befell on the way.</i></p> +<p><i>September 22nd</i>. - Wake at 5. Fine morning. Fine +view towards Cameroon River. The broad stretch of forest below, +and the water-eaten mangrove swamps below that, are all a glorious indigo +flushed with rose colour from “the death of the night,” +as Kiva used to call the dawn. No one stirring till six, when +people come out of the huts, and stretch themselves and proceed to begin +the day, in the African’s usual perfunctory, listless way.</p> +<p>My crew are worse than the rest. I go and hunt cook out. +He props open one eye, with difficulty, and yawns a yawn that nearly +cuts his head in two. I wake him up with a shock, by saying I +mean to go on up to-day, and want my chop, and to start one time. +He goes off and announces my horrible intention to the others. +Kefalla soon arrives upon the scene full of argument, “You no +sabe this be Sunday, Ma?” says he in a tone that tells he considers +this settles the matter. I “sabe” unconcernedly; Kefalla +scratches his head for other argument, but he has opened with his heavy +artillery; which being repulsed throws his rear lines into confusion. +Bum, the head man, then turns up, sound asleep inside, but quite ready +to come. Bum, I find, is always ready to do what he is told, but +has no more original ideas in his head than there are in a chair leg. +Kefalla, however, by scratching other parts of his anatomy diligently, +has now another argument ready, the two Bakwiris are sick with abdominal +trouble, that requires rum and rest, and one of the other boys has hot +foot.</p> +<p>Herr Liebert now appears upon the scene, and says I can have some +of his labourers, who are now more or less idle, because he cannot get +about much with his bad foot to direct them, so I give the Bakwiris +and the two hot foot cases “books” to take down to Herr +von Lucke who will pay them off for me, and seeing that they have each +a good day’s rations of rice, beef, etc., eliminate them from +the party.</p> +<p>In addition to the labourers, I am to have as a guide Sasu, a black +sergeant, who went up the Peak with the officers of the <i>Hyæna</i>, +and I get my breakfast, and then hang about watching my men getting +ready very slowly to start. Off we get about 8, and start with +all good wishes, and grim prophecies, from Herr Liebert.</p> +<p>Led by Sasu, and accompanied by “To-morrow,” a man who +has come to Buea from some interior unknown district, and who speaks +no known language, and whose business it is to help to cut a way through +the bush, we go down the path we came and cross the river again. +This river seems to separate the final mass of the mountain from the +foot-hills on this side. Immediately after crossing it we turn +up into the forest on the right hand side, and “To-morrow” +cuts through an over-grown track for about half-an-hour, and then leaves +us.</p> +<p>Everything is reeking wet, and we swish through thick undergrowth +and then enter a darker forest where the earth is rocky and richly decorated +with ferns and moss. For the first time in my life I see tree-ferns +growing wild in luxuriant profusion. What glorious creations they +are! Then we get out into the middle of a koko plantation. +Next to sweet-potatoes, the premier abomination to walk through, give +me kokos for good all-round tryingness, particularly when they are wet, +as is very much the case now. Getting through these we meet the +war hedge again, and after a conscientious struggle with various forms +of vegetation in a muddled, tangled state, Sasu says, “No good, +path done got stopped up,” so we turn and retrace our steps all +the way, cross the river, and horrify Herr Liebert by invading his house +again. We explain the situation. Grave headshaking between +him and Sasu about the practicability of any other route, because there +is no other path. I do not like to say “so much the better,” +because it would have sounded ungrateful, but I knew from my Ogowé +experiences that a forest that looks from afar a dense black mat is +all right underneath, and there is a short path recently cut by Herr +Liebert that goes straight up towards the forest above us. It +had been made to go to a clearing, where ambitious agricultural operations +were being inaugurated, when Herr Liebert hurt his foot. Up this +we go, it is semi-vertical while it lasts, and it ends in a scrubby +patch that is to be a plantation; this crossed we are in the <i>Urwald</i>, +and it is more exquisite than words can describe, but not good going, +particularly at one spot where a gigantic tree has fallen down across +a little rocky ravine, and has to be crawled under. It occurs +to me that this is a highly likely place for snakes and an absolutely +sure find for scorpions, and when we have passed it three of these latter +interesting creatures are observed on the load of blankets which is +fastened on to the back of Kefalla. We inform Kefalla of the fact +on the spot. A volcanic eruption of entreaty, advice, and admonition +results, but we still hesitate. However, the gallant cook tackles +them in a sort of tip-cat way with a stick, and we proceed into a patch +of long grass, beyond which there is a reach of amomums. The winged +amomum I see here in Africa for the first time. Horrid slippery +things amomum sticks to walk on, when they are lying on the ground; +and there is a lot of my old enemy the calamus about.</p> +<p>On each side are deep forested dells and ravines, and rocks show +up through the ground in every direction, and things in general are +slippery, and I wonder now and again, as I assume with unnecessary violence +a recumbent position, why I came to Africa; but patches of satin-leaved +begonias and clumps of lovely tree-ferns reconcile me to my lot. +Cook does not feel these forest charms, and gives me notice after an +hour’s experience of mountain forest-belt work; what cook would +not?</p> +<p>As we get higher we have to edge and squeeze every few minutes through +the aërial roots of some tremendous kind of tree, plentiful hereabouts. +One of them we passed through I am sure would have run any Indian banyan +hard for extent of ground covered, if it were measured. In the +region where these trees are frequent, the undergrowth is less dense +than it is lower down.</p> +<p>Imagine a vast, seemingly limitless cathedral with its countless +columns covered, nay, composed of the most exquisite dark-green, large-fronded +moss, with here and there a delicate fern embedded in it as an extra +decoration. The white, gauze-like mist comes down from the upper +mountain towards us: creeping, twining round, and streaming through +the moss-covered tree columns - long bands of it reaching along sinuous, +but evenly, for fifty and sixty feet or more, and then ending in a puff +like the smoke of a gun. Soon, however, all the mist-streams coalesce +and make the atmosphere all their own, wrapping us round in a clammy, +chill embrace; it is not that wool-blanket, smothering affair that we +were wrapped in down by Buana, but exquisitely delicate. The difference +it makes to the beauty of the forest is just the same difference you +would get if you put a delicate veil over a pretty woman’s face +or a sack over her head. In fact, the mist here was exceedingly +becoming to the forest’s beauty. Now and again growls of +thunder roll out from, and quiver in the earth beneath our feet. +Mungo is making a big tornado, and is stirring and simmering it softly +so as to make it strong. I only hope he will not overdo it, as +he does six times in seven, and make it too heavy to get out on to the +Atlantic, where all tornadoes ought to go. If he does the thing +will go and burst on us in this forest to-night.</p> +<p>The forest now grows less luxuriant though still close - we have +left the begonias and the tree-ferns, and are in another zone. +The trees now, instead of being clothed in rich, dark-green moss, are +heavily festooned with long, greenish-white lichen. It pours with +rain.</p> +<p>At last we reach the place where the sergeant says we ought to camp +for the night. I have been feeling the time for camping was very +ripe for the past hour, and Kefalla openly said as much an hour and +a half ago, but he got such scathing things said to him about civilians’ +legs by the sergeant that I did not air my own opinion.</p> +<p>We are now right at the very edge of the timber belt. My head +man and three boys are done to a turn. If I had had a bull behind +me or Mr. Fildes in front, I might have done another five or seven miles, +but not more.</p> +<p>The rain comes down with extra virulence as soon as we set to work +to start the fire and open the loads. I and Peter have great times +getting out the military camp-bed from its tight, bolster-like case, +while Kefalla gives advice, until, being irritated by the bed’s +behaviour, I blow up Kefalla and send him to chop firewood. However, +we get the thing out and put up after cutting a place clear to set it +on; owing to the world being on a stiff slant hereabouts, it takes time +to make it stand straight. I get four stakes cut, and drive them +in at the four corners of the bed, and then stretch over it Herr von +Lucke’s waterproof ground-sheet, guy the ends out to pegs with +string, feel profoundly grateful to both Herr Liebert for the bed and +Herr von Lucke for the sheet, and place the baggage under the protection +of the German Government’s two belongings. Then I find the +boys have not got a fire with all their fuss, and I have to demonstrate +to them the lessons I have learnt among the Fans regarding fire-making. +We build a fire-house and then all goes well. I notice they do +not make a fire Fan fashion, but build it in a circle.</p> +<p>Evidently one of the labourers from Buea, named Xenia, is a good +man. Equally evidently some of my other men are only fit to carry +sandwich-boards for Day and Martin’s blacking. I dine luxuriously +off tinned fat pork and hot tea, and then feeling still hungry go on +to tinned herring. Excellent thing tinned herring, but I have +to hurry because I know I must go up through the edge of the forest +on to the grass land, and see how the country is made during the brief +period of clearness that almost always comes just before nightfall. +So leaving my boys comfortably seated round the fire having their evening +chop, I pass up through the heavily lichen-tasselled fringe of the forest-belt +into deep jungle grass, and up a steep and slippery mound.</p> +<p>In front the mountain-face rises like a wall from behind a set of +hillocks, similar to the one I am at present on. The face of the +wall to the right and left has two dark clefts in it. The peak +itself is not visible from where I am; it rises behind and beyond the +wall. I stay taking compass bearings and look for an easy way +up for to-morrow. My men, by now, have missed their “ma” +and are yelling for her dismally, and the night comes down with great +rapidity for we are in the shadow of the great mountain mass, so I go +back into camp. Alas! how vain are often our most energetic efforts +to remove our fellow creatures from temptation. I knew a Sunday +down among the soldiers would be bad for my men, and so came up here, +and now, if you please, these men have been at the rum, because Bum, +the head man, has been too done up to do anything but lie in his blanket +and feed. Kefalla is laying down the law with great detail and +unction. Cook who has been very low in his mind all day, is now +weirdly cheerful, and sings incoherently. The other boys, who +want to go to sleep, threaten to “burst him” if he “no +finish.” It’s no good - cook carols on, and soon succumbing +to the irresistible charm of music, the other men have to join in the +choruses. The performance goes on for an hour, growing woollier +and woollier in tone, and then dying out in sleep.</p> +<p>I write by the light of an insect-haunted lantern, sitting on the +bed, which is tucked in among the trees some twenty yards away from +the boys’ fire. There is a bird whistling in a deep rich +note that I have never heard before.</p> +<p><i>September 23rd</i>. - Morning gloriously fine. Rout the +boys out, and start at seven, with Sasu, Head man, Xenia, Black boy, +Kefalla and Cook.</p> +<p>The great south-east wall of the mountain in front of us is quite +unflecked by cloud, and in the forest are thousands of bees. We +notice that the tongues of forest go up the mountain in some places +a hundred yards or more above the true line of the belt. These +tongues of forest get more and more heavily hung with lichen, and the +trees thinner and more stunted, towards their ends. I think that +these tongues are always in places where the wind does not get full +play. All those near our camping place on this south-east face +are so. It is evidently not a matter of soil, for there is ample +soil on this side above where the trees are, and then again on the western +side of the mountain - the side facing the sea - the timber line is +far higher up than on this. Nor, again, is it a matter of angle +that makes the timber line here so low, for those forests on the Sierra +del Cristal were growing luxuriantly over far steeper grades. +There is some peculiar local condition just here evidently, or the forest +would be up to the bottom of the wall of the crater. I am not +unreasonable enough to expect it to grow on that, but its conduct in +staying where it does requires explanation.</p> +<p>We clamber up into the long jungle grass region and go on our way +across a series of steep-sided, rounded grass hillocks, each of which +is separated from the others by dry, rocky watercourses. The effects +produced by the seed-ears of the long grass round us are very beautiful; +they look a golden brown, and each ear and leaf is gemmed with dewdrops, +and those of the grass on the sides of the hillocks at a little distance +off show a soft brown-pink.</p> +<p>After half an hour’s climb, when we are close at the base of +the wall, I observe the men ahead halting, and coming up with them find +Monrovia Boy down a hole; a little deep blow-hole, in which, I am informed, +water is supposed to be. But Monrovia soon reports “No live.”</p> +<p>I now find we have not a drop of water, either with us or in camp, +and now this hole has proved dry. There is, says the sergeant, +no chance of getting any more water on this side of the mountain, save +down at the river at Buea.</p> +<p>This means failure unless tackled, and it is evidently a trick played +on me by the boys, who intentionally failed to let me know of this want +of water before leaving Buea, where it seems they have all learnt it. +I express my opinion of them in four words and send Monrovia Boy, who +I know is to be trusted, back to Buea with a scribbled note to Herr +Liebert asking him to send me up two demijohns of water. I send +cook with him as far as the camp in the forest we have just left with +orders to bring up three bottles of soda water I have left there, and +to instruct the men there that as soon as the water arrives from Buea +they are to bring it on up to the camp I mean to make at the top of +the wall.</p> +<p>The men are sulky, and Sasu, Peter, Kefalla, and Head man say they +will wait and come on as soon as cook brings the soda water, and I go +on, and presently see Xenia and Black boy are following me. We +get on to the intervening hillocks and commence to ascend the face of +the wall.</p> +<p>The angle of this wall is great, and its appearance from below is +impressive from its enormous breadth, and its abrupt rise without bend +or droop for a good 2,000 feet into the air. It is covered with +short, yellowish grass through which the burnt-up, scoriaceous lava +rock protrudes in rough masses.</p> +<p>I got on up the wall, which when you are on it is not so perpendicular +as it looks from below, my desire being to see what sort of country +there was on the top of it, between it and the final peak. Sasu +had reported to Herr Liebert that it was a wilderness of rock, in which +it would be impossible to fix a tent, and spoke vaguely of caves. +Here and there on the way up I come to holes, similar to the one my +men had been down for water. I suppose these holes have been caused +by gases from an under hot layer of lava bursting up through the upper +cool layer. As I get higher, the grass becomes shorter and more +sparse, and the rocks more ostentatiously displayed. Here and +there among them are sadly tried bushes, bearing a beautiful yellow +flower, like a large yellow wild rose, only scentless. It is not +a rose at all, I may remark. The ground, where there is any basin +made by the rocks, grows a great sedum, with a grand head of whity-pink +flower, also a tall herb, with soft downy leaves silver grey in colour, +and having a very pleasant aromatic scent, and here and there patches +of good honest parsley. Bright blue, flannelly-looking flowers +stud the grass in sheltered places and a very pretty large green orchid +is plentiful. Above us is a bright blue sky with white cloud rushing +hurriedly across it to the N.E. and a fierce sun. When I am about +half-way up, I think of those boys, and, wanting rest, sit down by an +inviting-looking rock grotto, with a patch of the yellow flowered shrub +growing on its top. Inside it grow little ferns and mosses, all +damp; but alas! no water pool, and very badly I want water by this time.</p> +<p>Below me a belt of white cloud had now formed, so that I could see +neither the foot-hillocks nor the forest, and presently out of this +mist came Xenia toiling up, carrying my black bag. “Where +them Black boy live?” said I. “Black boy say him foot +be tire too much,” said Xenia, as he threw himself down in the +little shade the rock could give. I took a cupful of sour claret +out of the bottle in the bag, and told Xenia to come on up as soon as +he was rested, and meanwhile to yell to the others down below and tell +them to come on. Xenia did, but sadly observed, “softly +softly still hurts the snail,” and I left him and went on up the +mountain.</p> +<p>When I had got to the top of the rock under which I had sheltered +from the blazing sun, the mist opened a little, and I saw my men looking +like so many little dolls. They were still sitting on the hillock +where I had left them. Buea showed from this elevation well. +The guard house and the mission house, like little houses in a picture, +and the make of the ground on which Buea station stands, came out distinctly +as a ledge or terrace, extending for miles N.N.E. and S.S.W. This +ledge is a strange-looking piece of country, covered with low bush, +out of which rise great, isolated, white-stemmed cotton trees. +Below, and beyond this is a denser band of high forest, and again below +this stretches the vast mangrove-swamp fringing the estuary of the Cameroons, +Mungo, and Bimbia rivers. It is a very noble view, giving one +an example of the peculiar beauty one oft-times gets in this West African +scenery, namely colossal sweeps of colour. The mangrove-swamps +looked to-day like a vast damson-coloured carpet threaded with silver +where the waterways ran. It reminded me of a scene I saw once +near Cabinda, when on climbing to the top of a hill I suddenly found +myself looking down on a sheet of violet pink more than a mile long +and half a mile wide. This was caused by a climbing plant having +taken possession of a valley full of trees, whose tops it had reached +and then spread and interlaced itself over them, to burst into profuse +glorious laburnum-shaped bunches of flowers.</p> +<p>After taking some careful compass bearings for future use regarding +the Rumby and Omon range of mountains, which were clearly visible and +which look fascinatingly like my beloved Sierra del Cristal, I turned +my face to the wall of Mungo, and continued the ascent. The sun, +which was blazing, was reflected back from the rocks in scorching rays. +But it was more bearable now, because its heat was tempered by a bitter +wind.</p> +<p>The slope becoming steeper, I gradually made my way towards the left +until I came to a great lane, as neatly walled with rock as if it had +been made with human hands. It runs down the mountain face, nearly +vertically in places and at stiff angles always, but it was easier going +up this lane than on the outside rough rock, because the rocks in it +had been smoothed by mountain torrents during thousands of wet seasons, +and the walls protected one from the biting wind, a wind that went through +me, for I had been stewing for nine months and more in tropic and equatorial +swamps.</p> +<p>Up this lane I went to the very top of the mountain wall, and then, +to my surprise, found myself facing a great, hillocky, rock-encumbered +plain, across the other side of which rose the mass of the peak itself, +not as a single cone, but as a wall surmounted by several, three being +evidently the highest among them.</p> +<p>I started along the ridge of my wall, and went to its highest part, +that to the S.W., intending to see what I could of the view towards +the sea, and then to choose a place for camping in for the night.</p> +<p>When I reached the S.W. end, looking westwards I saw the South Atlantic +down below, like a plain of frosted silver. Out of it, barely +twenty miles away, rose Fernando Po to its 10,190 feet with that majestic +grace peculiar to a volcanic island. Immediately below me, some +10,000 feet or so, lay Victoria with the forested foot-hills of Mungo +Mah Lobeh encircling it as a diadem, and Ambas Bay gemmed with rocky +islands lying before it. On my left away S.E. was the glorious +stretch of the Cameroon estuary, with a line of white cloud lying very +neatly along the course of Cameroon River.</p> +<p>In one of the chasms of the mountain wall that I had come up - in +the one furthest to the north - there was a thunderstorm brewing, seemingly +hanging on to, or streaming out of the mountain side, a soft billowy +mass of dense cream-coloured cloud, with flashes of golden lightnings +playing about in it with soft growls of thunder. Surely Mungo +Mah Lobeh himself, of all the thousands he annually turns out, never +made one more lovely than this. Soon the white mists rose from +the mangrove-swamp, and grew rose-colour in the light of the setting +sun, as they swept upwards over the now purple high forests. In +the heavens, to the north, there was a rainbow, vivid in colour, one +arch of it going behind the peak, the other sinking into the mist sea +below, and this mist sea rose and rose towards me, turning from pale +rose-colour to lavender, and where the shadow of Mungo lay across it, +to a dull leaden grey. It was soon at my feet, blotting the under-world +out, and soon came flowing over the wall top at its lowest parts, stretching +in great spreading rivers over the crater plain, and then these coalescing +everything was shut out save the two summits: that of Cameroon close +to me, and that of Clarence away on Fernando Po. These two stood +out alone, like great island masses made of iron rising from a formless, +silken sea.</p> +<p>The space around seemed boundless, and there was in it neither sound +nor colour, nor anything with form, save those two terrific things. +It was like a vision, and it held me spell-bound, as I stood shivering +on the rocks with the white mist round my knees until into my wool-gathering +mind came the memory of those anything but sublime men of mine; and +I turned and scuttled off along the rocks like an agitated ant left +alone in a dead Universe.</p> +<p>I soon found the place where I had come up into the crater plain +and went down over the wall, descending with twice the rapidity, but +ten times the scratches and grazes, of the ascent.</p> +<p>I picked up the place where I had left Xenia, but no Xenia was there, +nor came there any answer to my bush call for him, so on I went down +towards the place where, hours ago, I had left the men. The mist +was denser down below, but to my joy it was warmer than on the summit +of the wind-swept wall.</p> +<p>I had nearly reached the foot of this wall and made my mind up to +turn in for the night under a rock, when I heard a melancholy croak +away in the mist to the left. I went towards it and found Xenia +lost on his own account, and distinctly quaint in manner, and then I +recollected that I had been warned Xenia is slightly crazy. Nice +situation this: a madman on a mountain in the mist. Xenia, I found, +had no longer got my black bag, but in its place a lid of a saucepan +and an empty lantern. To put it mildly, this is not the sort of +outfit the R.G.S. <i>Hints to Travellers</i> would recommend for +African exploration. Xenia reported that he gave the bag to Black +boy, who shortly afterwards disappeared, and that he had neither seen +him nor any of the others since, and didn’t expect to this side +of Srahmandazi. In a homicidal state of mind, I made tracks for +the missing ones followed by Xenia. I thought mayhap they had +grown on to the rocks they had sat upon so long, but presently, just +before it became quite dark, we picked up the place we had left them +in and found there only an empty soda-water bottle. Xenia poured +out a muddled mass of observations to the effect that “they got +fright too much about them water palaver.”</p> +<p>I did not linger to raise a monument to them, but I said I wished +they were in a condition to require one, and we went on over our hillocks +with more confidence now that we knew we had stuck well to our unmarked +track.</p> +<p> “The moving Moon went up the +sky,<br /> And nowhere +did abide:<br /> Softly she was going +up,<br /> And a star +or two beside.”</p> +<p>Only she was a young and inefficient moon, and although we were below +the thickest of the mist band, it was dark. Finding our own particular +hole in the forest wall was about as easy as finding “one particular +rabbit hole in an unknown hay-field in the dark,” and the attempt +to do so afforded us a great deal of varied exercise. I am obliged +to be guarded in my language, because my feelings now are only down +to one degree below boiling point. The rain now began to fall, +thank goodness, and I drew the thick ears of grass through my parched +lips as I stumbled along over the rugged lumps of rock hidden under +the now waist-high jungle grass.</p> +<p>Our camp hole was pretty easily distinguishable by daylight, for +it was on the left-hand side of one of the forest tongues, the grass +land running down like a lane between two tongues here, and just over +the entrance three conspicuously high trees showed. But we could +not see these “picking-up” points in the darkness, so I +had to keep getting Xenia to strike matches, and hold them in his hat +while I looked at the compass. Presently we came full tilt up +against a belt of trees which I knew from these compass observations +was our tongue of forest belt, and I fired a couple of revolver shots +into it, whereabouts I judged our camp to be.</p> +<p>This was instantly answered by a yell from human voices in chorus, +and towards that yell in a slightly amiable - a very slightly amiable +- state of mind I went.</p> +<p>I will draw a veil over the scene, particularly over my observations +to those men. They did not attempt to deny their desertion, but +they attempted to explain it, each one saying that it was not he but +the other boy who “got fright too much.”</p> +<p>I closed the palaver promptly with a brief but lurid sketch of my +opinion on the situation, and ordered food, for not having had a thing +save that cup of sour claret since 6.30 A.M., and it being now 11 P.M., +I felt sinkings. Then arose another beautiful situation before +me. It seems when Cook and Monrovia got back into camp this morning +Master Cook was seized with one of those attacks of a desire to manage +things that produce such awful results in the African servant, and sent +all the beef and rice down to Buea to be cooked, because there was no +water here to cook it. Therefore the men have got nothing to eat. +I had a few tins of my own food and so gave them some, and they became +as happy as kings in a few minutes, listening and shouting over the +terrible adventures of Xenia, who is posing as the Hero of the Great +Cameroon. I get some soda-water from the two bottles left and +some tinned herring, and then write out two notes to Herr Liebert asking +him to send me three more demijohns of water, and some beef and rice +from the store, promising faithfully to pay for them on my return.</p> +<p>I would not prevent those men of mine from going up that peak above +me after their touching conduct to-day. Oh! no; not for worlds, +dear things.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XIX. THE GREAT PEAK OF CAMEROONS - (continued).</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>Setting forth how the Voyager for a second time reaches the S.E. +crater, with some account of the pleasures incidental to camping out +in the said crater.</i></p> +<p><i>September 24th</i>. - Lovely morning, the grey-white mist in the +forest makes it like a dream of Fairyland, each moss-grown tree stem +heavily gemmed with dewdrops. At 5.30 I stir the boys, for Sasu, +the sergeant, says he must go back to his military duties. The +men think we are all going back with him as he is our only guide, but +I send three of them down with orders to go back to Victoria - two being +of the original set I started with. They are surprised and disgusted +at being sent home, but they have got “hot foot,” and something +wrong in the usual seat of African internal disturbances, their “tummicks,” +and I am not thinking of starting a sanatorium for abdominally-afflicted +Africans in that crater plain above. Black boy is the other boy +returned, I do not want another of his attacks.</p> +<p>They go, and this leaves me in the forest camp with Kefalla, Xenia, +and Cook, and we start expecting the water sent for by Monrovia boy +yesterday forenoon. There are an abominable lot of bees about; +they do not give one a moment’s peace, getting beneath the waterproof +sheets over the bed. The ground, bestrewn with leaves and dried +wood, is a mass of large flies rather like our common house-fly, but +both butterflies and beetles seem scarce; and I confess I do not feel +up to hunting much after yesterday’s work, and deem it advisable +to rest. My face and particularly my lips are a misery to me, +having been blistered all over by yesterday’s sun, and last night +I inadvertently whipped the skin all off one cheek with the blanket, +and it keeps on bleeding, and, horror of horrors, there is no tea until +that water comes. I wish I had got the mountaineering spirit, +for then I could say, “I’ll never come to this sort of place +again, for you can get all you want in the Alps.” I have +been told this by my mountaineering friends - I have never been there +- and that you can go and do all sorts of stupendous things all day, +and come back in the evening to <i>table d’hôte</i> at an +hotel; but as I have not got the mountaineering spirit, I suppose I +shall come fooling into some such place as this as soon as I get the +next chance.</p> +<p>About 8.30, to our delight, the gallant Monrovia boy comes through +the bush with a demijohn of water, and I get my tea, and give the men +the only half-pound of rice I have and a tin of meat, and they eat, +become merry, and chat over their absent companions in a scornful, scandalous +way. Who cares for hotels now? When one is in a delightful +place like this, one must work, so off I go to the north into the forest, +after giving the rest of the demijohn of water into the Monrovia boy’s +charge with strict orders it is not to be opened till my return. +Quantities of beetles.</p> +<p>A little after two o’clock I return to camp, after having wandered +about in the forest and found three very deep holes, down which I heaved +rocks and in no case heard a splash. In one I did not hear the +rocks strike, owing to the great depth. I hate holes, and especially +do I hate these African ones, for I am frequently falling, more or less, +into them, and they will be my end.</p> +<p>The other demijohns of water have not arrived yet, and we are getting +anxious again because the men’s food has not come up, and they +have been so exceedingly thirsty that they have drunk most of the water +- not, however, since it has been in Monrovia’s charge; but at +3.15 another boy comes through the bush with another demijohn of water. +We receive him gladly, and ask him about the chop. He knows nothing +about it. At 3.45 another boy comes through the bush with another +demijohn of water; we receive him kindly; <i>he</i> does not know anything +about the chop. At 4.10 another boy comes through the bush with +another demijohn of water, and knowing nothing about the chop, we are +civil to him, and that’s all.</p> +<p>A terrific tornado which has been lurking growling about then sits +down in the forest and bursts, wrapping us up in a lively kind of fog, +with its thunder, lightning, and rain. It was impossible to hear, +or make one’s self heard at the distance of even a few paces, +because of the shrill squeal of the wind, the roar of the thunder, and +the rush of the rain on the trees round us. It was not like having +a storm burst over you in the least; you felt you were in the middle +of its engine-room when it had broken down badly. After half an +hour or so the thunder seemed to lift itself off the ground, and the +lightning came in sheets, instead of in great forks that flew like flights +of spears among the forest trees. The thunder, however, had not +settled things amicably with the mountain; it roared its rage at Mungo, +and Mungo answered back, quivering with a rage as great, under our feet. +One feels here as if one were constantly dropping, unasked and unregarded, +among painful and violent discussions between the elemental powers of +the Universe. Mungo growls and swears in thunder at the sky, and +sulks in white mist all the morning, and then the sky answers back, +hurling down lightnings and rivers of water, with total disregard of +Mungo’s visitors. The way the water rushes down from the +mountain wall through the watercourses in the jungle just above, and +then at the edge of the forest spreads out into a sheet of water that +is an inch deep, and that flies on past us in miniature cascades, trying +the while to put out our fire and so on, is - quite interesting. +(I exhausted my vocabulary on those boys yesterday.)</p> +<p>As soon as we saw what we were in for, we had thrown dry wood on +to the fire, and it blazed just as the rain came down, so with our assistance +it fought a good fight with its fellow elements, spitting and hissing +like a wild cat. It could have managed the water fairly well, +but the wind came, very nearly putting an end to it by carrying away +its protecting bough house, which settled on “Professor” +Kefalla, who burst out in a lecture on the foolishness of mountaineering +and the quantity of devils in this region. Just in the midst of +these joys another boy came through the bush with another demijohn of +water. We did not receive him even civilly; I burst out laughing, +and the boys went off in a roar, and we shouted at him, “Where +them chop?” “He live for come,” said the boy, +and we then gave him a hearty welcome and a tot of rum, and an hour +afterwards two more boys appear, one carrying a sack of rice and beef +for the men, and the other a box for me from Herr Liebert, containing +a luxurious supply of biscuits, candles, tinned meats, and a bottle +of wine and one of beer.</p> +<p>We are now all happy, though exceeding damp, and the boys sit round +the fire, with their big iron pot full of beef and rice, busy cooking +while they talk. Wonderful accounts of our prodigies of valour +I hear given by Xenia, and terrible accounts of what they have lived +through from the others, and the men who have brought up the demijohns +and the chop recount the last news from Buea. James’s wife +has run away again.</p> +<p>I have taken possession of two demijohns of water and the rum demijohn, +arranging them round the head of my bed. The worst of it is those +tiresome bees, as soon as the rain is over, come in hundreds after the +rum, and frighten me continually. The worthless wretches get intoxicated +on what they can suck from round the cork, and then they stagger about +on the ground buzzing malevolently. When the boys have had the +chop and a good smoke, we turn to and make up the loads for to-morrow’s +start up the mountain, and then, after more hot tea, I turn in on my +camp bed - listening to the soft sweet murmur of the trees and the pleasant, +laughing chatter of the men.</p> +<p><i>September 25th</i>. - Rolled off the bed twice last night into +the bush. The rain has washed the ground away from under its off +legs, so that it tilts; and there were quantities of large longicorn +beetles about during the night - the sort with spiny backs; they kept +on getting themselves hitched on to my blankets and when I wanted civilly +to remove them they made a horrid fizzing noise and showed fight - cocking +their horns in a defiant way. I awake finally about 5 A.M. soaked +through to the skin. The waterproof sheet has had a label sewn +to it, so is not waterproof, and it has been raining softly but amply +for hours.</p> +<p>About seven we are off again, with Xenia, Head man, Cook, Monrovia +boy and a labourer from Buea - the water-carriers have gone home after +having had their morning chop.</p> +<p>We make for the face of the wall by a route to the left of that I +took on Monday, and when we are clambering up it, some 600 feet above +the hillocks, swish comes a terrific rain-storm at us accompanied by +a squealing, bitter cold wind. We can hear the roar of the rain +on the forest below, and hoping to get above it we keep on; hoping, +however, is vain. The dense mist that comes with it prevents our +seeing more than two yards in front, and we get too far to the left. +I am behind the band to-day, severely bringing up the rear, and about +1 o’clock I hear shouts from the vanguard and when I get up to +them I find them sitting on the edge of one of the clefts or scars in +the mountain face.</p> +<p>I do not know how these quarry-like chasms have been formed. +They both look alike from below - the mountain wall comes down vertically +into them - and the bottom of this one slopes forward, so that if we +had had the misfortune when a little lower down to have gone a little +further to the left, we should have got on to the bottom of it, and +should have found ourselves walled in on three sides, and had to retrace +our steps; as it is we have just struck its right-hand edge. And +fortunately, the mist, thick as it is, has not been sufficiently thick +to lead the men to walk over it; for had they done so they would have +got killed, as the cliff arches in under so that we look straight into +the bottom of the scar some 200 or 300 feet below, when there is a split +in the mist. The sides and bottom are made of, and strewn with, +white, moss-grown masses of volcanic cinder rock, and sparsely shrubbed +with gnarled trees which have evidently been under fire - one of my +boys tells me from the burning of this face of the mountain by “the +Major from Calabar” during the previous dry season.</p> +<p>We keep on up a steep grass-covered slope, and finally reach the +top of the wall. The immense old crater floor before us is to-day +the site of a seething storm, and the peak itself quite invisible. +My boys are quite demoralised by the cold. I find most of them +have sold the blankets I gave them out at Buana; and those who have +not sold them have left them behind at Buea, from laziness perhaps, +but more possibly from a confidence in their powers to prevent us getting +so far.</p> +<p>I believe if I had collapsed too - the cold tempted me to do so as +nothing else can - they would have lain down and died in the cold sleety +rain.</p> +<p>I sight a clump of gnarled sparsely-foliaged trees bedraped heavily +with lichen, growing in a hollow among the rocks; thither I urge the +men for shelter and they go like storm-bewildered sheep. My bones +are shaking in my skin and my teeth in my head, for after the experience +I had had of the heat here on Monday I dared not clothe myself heavily.</p> +<p>The men stand helpless under the trees, and I hastily take the load +of blankets Herr Liebert lent us off a boy’s back and undo it, +throwing one blanket round each man, and opening my umbrella and spreading +it over the other blankets. Then I give them a tot of rum apiece, +as they sit huddled in their blankets, and tear up a lot of the brittle, +rotten wood from the trees and shrubs, getting horrid thorns into my +hands the while, and set to work getting a fire with it and the driest +of the moss from beneath the rocks. By the aid of it and Xenia, +who soon revived, and a carefully scraped up candle and a box of matches, +the fire soon blazes, Xenia holding a blanket to shelter it, while I, +with a cutlass, chop stakes to fix the blankets on, so as to make a +fire tent.</p> +<p>The other boys now revive, and I hustle them about to make more fires, +no easy work in the drenching rain, but work that has got to be done. +We soon get three well alight, and then I clutch a blanket - a wringing +wet blanket, but a comfort - and wrapping myself round in it, issue +orders for wood to be gathered and stored round each fire to dry, and +then stand over Cook while he makes the men’s already cooked chop +hot over our first fire, when this is done getting him to make me tea, +or as it more truly should be called, soup, for it contains bits of +rice and beef, and the general taste of the affair is wood smoke.</p> +<p>Kefalla by this time is in lecturing form again, so my mind is relieved +about him, although he says, “Oh, ma! It be cold, cold too +much. Too much cold kill we black man, all same for one as too +much sun kill you white man. Oh, ma!. . .,” etc. I +tell him they have only got themselves to blame; if they had come up +with me on Monday we should have been hot enough, and missed this storm +of rain.</p> +<p>When the boys have had their chop, and are curling themselves up +comfortably round their now blazing fires Xenia must needs start a theory +that there is a better place than this to camp in; he saw it when he +was with an unsuccessful expedition that got as far as this. Kefalla +is fool enough to go off with him to find this place; but they soon +return, chilled through again, and unsuccessful in their quest. +I gather that they have been to find caves. I wish they had found +caves, for I am not thinking of taking out a patent for our present +camp site.</p> +<p>The bitter wind and swishing rain keep on. We are to a certain +extent sheltered from the former, but the latter is of that insinuating +sort that nothing but a granite wall would keep off.</p> +<p>Just at sundown, however, as is usual in this country, the rain ceases +for a while, and I take this opportunity to get out my seaman’s +jersey. When I have fought my way into it, I turn to survey our +position, and find I have been carrying on my battle on the brink of +an abysmal hole whose mouth is concealed among the rocks and scraggly +shrubs just above our camp. I heave rocks down it, as we in Fanland +would offer rocks to an Ombwiri, and hear them go “knickity-knock, +like a pebble in Carisbrook well.” I think I detect a far +away splash, but it was an awesome way down. This mountain seems +set with these man-traps, and “some day some gentleman’s +nigger” will get killed down one.</p> +<p>The mist has now cleared away from the peak, but lies all over the +lower world, and I take bearings of the three highest cones or peaks +carefully. Then I go away over the rocky ground southwards, and +as I stand looking round, the mist sea below is cleft in twain for a +few minutes by some fierce down-draught of wind from the peak, and I +get a strange, clear, sudden view right down to Ambas Bay. It +is just like looking down from one world into another. I think +how Odin hung and looked down into Nifelheim, and then of how hot, how +deliciously hot, it was away down there, and then the mist closes over +it. I shiver and go back to camp, for night is coming on, and +I know my men will require intellectual support in the matter of procuring +firewood.</p> +<p>The men are now quite happy; over each fire they have made a tent +with four sticks with a blanket on, a blanket that is too wet to burn, +though I have to make them brace the blankets to windward for fear of +their scorching.</p> +<p>The wood from the shrubs here is of an aromatic and a resinous nature, +which sounds nice, but it isn’t; for the volumes of smoke it gives +off when burning are suffocating, and the boys, who sit almost on the +fire, are every few moments scrambling to their feet and going apart +to cough out smoke, like so many novices in training for the profession +of fire-eaters. However, they soon find that if they roll themselves +in their blankets, and lie on the ground to windward they escape most +of the smoke. They have divided up into three parties: Kefalla +and Xenia, who have struck up a great friendship, take the lower, the +most exposed fire. Head man, Cook, and Monrovia Boy have the upper +fire, and the labourer has the middle one - he being an outcast for +medical reasons. They are all steaming away and smoking comfortably.</p> +<p>I form the noble resolution to keep awake, and rouse up any gentleman +who may catch on fire during the night, and see to wood being put on +the fires, so elaborately settle myself on my wooden chop-box, wherein +I have got all the lucifers which are not in the soap-box. Owing +to there not being a piece of ground the size of a sixpenny piece level +in this place, the arrangement of my box camp takes time, but at last +it is done to my complete satisfaction, close to a tree trunk, and I +think, as I wrap myself up in my two wet blankets and lean against my +tree, what a good thing it is to know how to make one’s self comfortable +in a place like this. This tree stem is perfection, just the right +angle to be restful to one’s back, and one can rely all the time +on Nature hereabouts not to let one get thoroughly effete from luxurious +comfort, so I lazily watch and listen to Xenia and Kefalla at their +fire hard by.</p> +<p>They begin talking to each other on their different tribal societies; +Kefalla is a Vey, Xenia a Liberian, so in the interests of Science I +give them two heads of tobacco to stimulate their conversation. +They receive them with tragic grief, having no pipe, so in the interests +of Science I undo my blankets and give them two out of my portmanteau; +then do myself up again and pretend to be asleep. I am rewarded +by getting some interesting details, and form the opinion that both +these worthies, in their pursuit of their particular ju-jus, have come +into contact with white prejudices, and are now fugitives from religious +persecution. I also observe they have both their own ideas of +happiness. Kefalla holds it lies in a warm shirt, Xenia that it +abides in warm trousers; and every half-hour the former takes his shirt +off, and holds it in the fire smoke, and then puts it hastily on; and +Xenia, who is the one and only trouser wearer in our band, spends fifty +per cent. of the night on one leg struggling to get the other in or +out of these garments, when they are either coming off to be warmed, +or going on after warming.</p> +<p>There seem but few insects here. I have only got two moths +to-night - one pretty one with white wings with little red spots on, +like an old-fashioned petticoat such as an early Victorian-age lady +would have worn - the other a sweet thing in silver.</p> +<p>(Later, <i>i.e</i>., 2.15 A.M.). I have been asleep against +that abominable vegetable of a tree. It had its trunk covered +with a soft cushion of moss, and pretended to be a comfort - a right +angle to lean against, and a softly padded protection to the spine from +wind, and all that sort of thing; whereas the whole mortal time it was +nothing in this wretched world but a water-pipe, to conduct an extra +supply of water down my back. The water has simply streamed down +it, and formed a nice little pool in a rocky hollow where I keep my +feet, and I am chilled to the innermost bone, so have to scramble up +and drag my box to the side of Kefalla and Xenia’s fire, feeling +sure I have contracted a fatal chill this time. I scrape the ashes +out of the fire into a heap, and put my sodden boots into them, and +they hiss merrily, and I resolve not to go to sleep again. 5 A.M. +- Have been to sleep twice, and have fallen off my box bodily into the +fire in my wet blankets, and should for sure have put it out like a +bucket of cold water had not Xenia and Kefalla been roused up by the +smother I occasioned and rescued me - or the fire. It is not raining +now, but it is bitter cold and Cook is getting my tea. I give +the boys a lot of hot tea with a big handful of sugar in, and they then +get their own food hot.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XX. THE GREAT PEAK OF CAMEROONS - (continued).</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>Setting forth how the Voyager attains the summit of Mungo Mah +Lobeh, and descends therefrom to Victoria, to which is added some remarks +on the natural history of the West Coast porter, and the native methods +of making fire.</i></p> +<p><i>September 26th</i>. - The weather is undecided and so am I, for +I feel doubtful about going on in this weather, but I do not like to +give up the peak after going through so much for it. The boys +being dry and warm with the fires have forgotten their troubles. +However, I settle in my mind to keep on, and ask for volunteers to come +with me, and Bum, the head man, and Xenia announce their willingness. +I put two tins of meat and a bottle of Herr Liebert’s beer into +the little wooden box, and insist on both men taking a blanket apiece, +much to their disgust, and before six o’clock we are off over +the crater plain. It is a broken bit of country with rock mounds +sparsely overgrown with tufts of grass, and here and there are patches +of boggy land, not real bog, but damp places where grow little clumps +of rushes, and here and there among the rocks sorely-afflicted shrubs +of broom, and the yellow-flowered shrub I have mentioned before, and +quantities of very sticky heather, feeling when you catch hold of it +as if it had been covered with syrup. One might fancy the entire +race of shrubs was dying out; for one you see partially alive there +are twenty skeletons which fall to pieces as you brush past them.</p> +<p>It is downhill the first part of the way, that is to say, the trend +of the land is downhill, for be it down or up, the details of it are +rugged mounds and masses of burnt-out lava rock. It is evil going, +but perhaps not quite so evil as the lower hillocks of the great wall +where the rocks are hidden beneath long slippery grass. We wind +our way in between the mounds, or clamber over them, or scramble along +their sides impartially. The general level is then flat, and then +comes a rise towards the peak wall, so we steer N.N.E. until we strike +the face of the peak, and then commence a stiff rough climb.</p> +<p>We keep as straight as we can, but get driven at an angle by the +strange ribs of rock which come straight down. These are most +tiresome to deal with, getting worse the higher we go, and so rotten +and weather-eaten are they that they crumble into dust and fragments +under our feet. Head man gets half a dozen falls, and when we +are about three parts of the way up Xenia gives in. The cold and +the climbing are too much for him, so I make him wrap himself up in +his blanket, which he is glad enough of now, and shelter in a depression +under one of the many rock ridges, and Head man and I go on. When +we are some 600 feet higher the iron-grey mist comes curling and waving +round the rocks above us, like some savage monster defending them from +intruders, and I again debate whether I was justified in risking the +men, for it is a risk for them at this low temperature, with the evil +weather I know, and they do not know, is coming on. But still +we have food and blankets with us enough for them, and the camp in the +plain below they can reach all right, if the worst comes to the worst; +and for myself - well - that’s my own affair, and no one will +be a ha’porth the worse if I am dead in an hour. So I hitch +myself on to the rocks, and take bearings, particularly bearings of +Xenia’s position, who, I should say, has got a tin of meat and +a flask of rum with him, and then turn and face the threatening mist. +It rises and falls, and sends out arm-like streams towards us, and then +Bum, the head man, decides to fail for the third time to reach the peak, +and I leave him wrapped in his blanket with the bag of provisions, and +go on alone into the wild, grey, shifting, whirling mist above, and +soon find myself at the head of a rock ridge in a narrowish depression, +walled by massive black walls which show fitfully but firmly through +the mist.</p> +<p>I can see three distinctly high cones before me, and then the mist, +finding it cannot drive me back easily, proceeds to desperate methods, +and lashes out with a burst of bitter wind, and a sheet of blinding, +stinging rain. I make my way up through it towards a peak which +I soon see through a tear in the mist is not the highest, so I angle +off and go up the one to the left, and after a desperate fight reach +the cairn - only, alas! to find a hurricane raging and a fog in full +possession, and not a ten yards’ view to be had in any direction. +Near the cairn on the ground are several bottles, some of which the +energetic German officers, I suppose, had emptied in honour of their +achievement, an achievement I bow down before, for their pluck and strength +had taken them here in a shorter time by far than mine. I do not +meddle with anything, save to take a few specimens and to put a few +more rocks on the cairn, and to put in among them my card, merely as +a civility to Mungo, a civility his Majesty will soon turn into pulp. +Not that it matters - what is done is done.</p> +<p>The weather grows worse every minute, and no sign of any clearing +shows in the indigo sky or the wind-reft mist. The rain lashes +so fiercely I cannot turn my face to it and breathe, the wind is all +I can do to stand up against.</p> +<p>Verily I am no mountaineer, for there is in me no exultation, but +only a deep disgust because the weather has robbed me of my main object +in coming here, namely to get a good view and an idea of the way the +unexplored mountain range behind Calabar trends. I took my chance +and it failed, so there’s nothing to complain about.</p> +<p>Comforting myself with these reflections, I start down to find Bum, +and do so neatly, and then together we scramble down carefully among +the rotten black rocks, intent on finding Xenia. The scene is +very grand. At one minute we can see nothing save the black rocks +and cinders under foot; the next the wind-torn mist separates now in +one direction, now in another, showing us always the same wild scene +of great black cliffs, rising in jagged peaks and walls around and above +us. I think this walled cauldron we had just left is really the +highest crater on Mungo. <a name="citation439"></a><a href="#footnote439">{439}</a></p> +<p>We soon become anxious about Xenia, for this is a fearfully easy +place to lose a man in such weather, but just as we get below the thickest +part of the pall of mist, I observe a doll-sized figure, standing on +one leg taking on or off its trousers - our lost Xenia, beyond a shadow +of a doubt, and we go down direct to him.</p> +<p>When we reach him we halt, and I give the two men one of the tins +of meat, and take another and the bottle of beer myself, and then make +a hasty sketch of the great crater plain below us. At the further +edge of the plain a great white cloud is coming up from below, which +argues badly for our trip down the great wall to the forest camp, which +I am anxious to reach before nightfall after our experience of the accommodation +afforded by our camp in the crater plain last night.</p> +<p>While I am sitting waiting for the men to finish their meal, I feel +a chill at my back, as if some cold thing had settled there, and turning +round, see the mist from the summit above coming in a wall down towards +us. These mists up here, as far as my experience goes, are always +preceded by a strange breath of ice-cold air - not necessarily a wind.</p> +<p>Bum then draws my attention to a strange funnel-shaped thing coming +down from the clouds to the north. A big waterspout, I presume: +it seems to be moving rapidly N.E., and I profoundly hope it will hold +that course, for we have quite as much as we can manage with the ordinary +rain-water supply on this mountain, without having waterspouts to deal +with.</p> +<p>We start off down the mountain as rapidly as we can. Xenia +is very done up, and Head man comes perilously near breaking his neck +by frequent falls among the rocks; my unlucky boots are cut through +and through by the latter. When we get down towards the big crater +plain, it is a race between us and the pursuing mist as to who shall +reach the camp first, and the mist wins, but we have just time to make +out the camp’s exact position before it closes round us, so we +reach it without any real difficulty. When we get there, about +one o’clock, I find the men have kept the fires alight and Cook +is asleep before one of them with another conflagration smouldering +in his hair. I get him to make me tea, while the others pack up +as quickly as possible, and by two we are all off on our way down to +the forest camp.</p> +<p>The boys are nervous in their way of going down over the mountain +wall. The misadventures of Cook alone would fill volumes. +Monrovia boy is out and away the best man at this work. Just as +we reach the high jungle grass, down comes the rain and up comes the +mist, and we have the worst time we have had during our whole trip, +in our endeavours to find the hole in the forest that leads to our old +camp.</p> +<p>Unfortunately, I must needs go in for acrobatic performances on the +top of one of the highest, rockiest hillocks. Poising myself on +one leg I take a rapid slide sideways, ending in a very showy leap backwards +which lands me on the top of the lantern I am carrying to-day, among +miscellaneous rocks. There being fifteen feet or so of jungle +grass above me, all the dash and beauty of my performance are as much +thrown away as I am, for my boys are too busy on their own accounts +in the mist to miss me. After resting some little time as I fell, +and making and unmaking the idea in my mind that I am killed, I get +up, clamber elaborately to the top of the next hillock, and shout for +the boys, and “Ma,” “ma,” comes back from my +flock from various points out of the fog. I find Bum and Monrovia +boy, and learn that during my absence Xenia, who always fancies himself +as a path-finder, has taken the lead, and gone off somewhere with the +rest. We shout and the others answer, and we join them, and it +soon becomes evident to the meanest intelligence that Xenia had better +have spent his time attending to those things of his instead of going +in for guiding, for we are now right off the track we made through the +grass on our up journey, and we proceed to have a cheerful hour or so +in the wet jungle, ploughing hither and thither, trying to find our +way.</p> +<p>At last we pick up the top of a tongue of forest that we all feel +is ours, but we - that is to say, Xenia and I, for the others go like +lambs to the slaughter wherever they are led - disagree as to the path. +He wants to go down one side of the tongue, I to go down the other, +and I have my way, and we wade along, skirting the bushes that fringe +it, trying to find our hole. I own I soon begin to feel shaky +about having been right in the affair, but soon Xenia, who is leading, +shouts he has got it, and we limp in, our feet sore with rugged rocks, +and everything we have on, or in the loads, wringing wet, save the matches, +which providentially I had put into my soap-box.</p> +<p>Anything more dismal than the look of that desired camp when we reach +it, I never saw. Pools of water everywhere. The fire-house +a limp ruin, the camp bed I have been thinking fondly of for the past +hour a water cistern. I tilt the water out of it, and say a few +words to it regarding its hide-bound idiocy in obeying its military +instructions to be waterproof; and then, while the others are putting +up the fire-house, Head man and I get out the hidden demijohn of rum, +and the beef and rice, and I serve out a tot of rum each to the boys, +who are shivering dreadfully, waiting for Cook to get the fire. +He soon does this, and then I have my hot tea and the men their hot +food, for now we have returned to the luxury of two cooking pots.</p> +<p>Their education in bush is evidently progressing, for they make themselves +a big screen with boughs and spare blankets, between the wind and the +fire-house, and I get Xenia to cut some branches, and place them on +the top of my waterproof sheet shelter, and we are fairly comfortable +again, and the boys quite merry and very well satisfied with themselves.</p> +<p>Unfortunately the subject of their nightly debating society is human +conduct, a subject ever fraught with dangerous elements of differences +of opinion. They are busy discussing, with their mouths full of +rice and beef, the conduct of an absent friend, who it seems is generally +regarded by them as a spendthrift. “He gets plenty money, +but he no have none no time.” “He go frow it away +- on woman, and drink.” “He no buy clothes.” +This last is evidently a very heavy accusation, but Kefalla says, “What +can a man buy with money better than them thing he like best?”</p> +<p>There is a very peculiar look on the rotten wood on the ground round +here; to-night it has patches and flecks of iridescence like one sees +on herrings or mackerel that have been kept too long. The appearance +of this strange eerie light in among the bush is very weird and charming. +I have seen it before in dark forests at night, but never so much of +it.</p> +<p><i>September 27th</i>. - Fine morning. It’s a blessing +my Pappenheimers have not recognised what this means for the afternoon. +We take things very leisurely. I know it’s no good hurrying, +we are dead sure of getting a ducking before we reach Buea anyhow, so +we may as well enjoy ourselves while we can.</p> +<p>I ask my boys how they would “make fire suppose no matches +live.” Not one of them thinks it possible to do so, “it +pass man to do them thing suppose he no got live stick or matches.” +They are coast boys, all of them, and therefore used to luxury, but +it is really remarkable how widely diffused matches are inland, and +how very dependent on them these natives are. When I have been +away in districts where they have not penetrated, it is exceedingly +rarely that the making of fire has to be resorted to. I think +I may say that in most African villages it has not had to be done for +years and years, because when a woman’s fire has gone out, owing +to her having been out at work all day, she just runs into some neighbour’s +hut where there is a fire burning, and gives compliments, and picks +up a burning stick from the fire and runs home. From this comes +the compliment, equivalent to our “Oh! don’t go away yet,” +of “You come to fetch fire.” This will be said to +you all the way from Sierra Leone to Loanda, as far as I know, if you +have been making yourself agreeable in an African home, even if the +process may have extended over a day or so. The hunters, like +the Fans, have to make fire, and do it now with a flint and steel; but +in districts where their tutor in this method - the flint-lock gun - +is not available, they will do it with two sticks, not always like the +American Indians’ fire-sticks. One stick is placed horizontally +on the ground and the other twirled rapidly between the palms of the +hands, but sometimes two bits of palm stick are worked in a hole in +a bigger bit of wood, the hole stuffed round with the pith of a tree +or with silk cotton fluff, and the two sticks rotated vigorously. +Again, on one occasion I saw a Bakele woman make fire by means of a +slip of rafia palm drawn very rapidly, to and fro, across a notch in +another piece of rafia wood. In most domesticated tribes, like +the Effiks or the Igalwa, if they are going out to their plantation, +they will enclose a live stick in a hollow piece of a certain sort of +wood, which has a lining of its interior pith left in it, and they will +carry this “fire box” with them. Or if they are going +on a long canoe journey, there is always the fire in the bow of the +canoe put into a calabash full of sand, or failing that, into a bed +of clay with a sand rim round it.</p> +<p>By 10 o’clock we are off down to Buea. At 10.15 it pours +as it can here; by 10.17 we are all in our normal condition of bedraggled +saturation, and plodding down carefully and cheerfully among the rocks +and roots of the forest, following the path we have beaten and cut for +ourselves on our way up. It is dangerously slippery, particularly +that part of it through the amomums, and stumps of the cut amomums are +very likely to spike your legs badly - and, my friend, never, never, +step on one of the amomum stems lying straight in front of you, particularly +when they are soaking wet. Ice slides are nothing to them, and +when you fall, as you inevitably must, because all the things you grab +hold of are either rotten, or as brittle as Salviati glass-ware vases, +you hurt yourself in no end of places, on those aforesaid cut amomum +stumps. I am speaking from sad experiences of my own, amplified +by observations on the experiences of my men.</p> +<p>The path, when we get down again into the tree-fern region, is inches +deep in mud and water, and several places where we have a drop of five +feet or so over lumps of rock are worse work going down than we found +them going up, especially when we have to drop down on to amomum stems. +One abominable place, a V-shaped hollow, mud-lined, and with an immense +tree right across it - a tree one of our tornadoes has thrown down since +we passed - bothers the men badly, as they slip and scramble down, and +then crawl under the tree and slip and scramble up with their loads. +I say nothing about myself. I just take a flying slide of twenty +feet or so and shoot flump under the tree on my back, and then deliberate +whether it is worth while getting up again to go on with such a world; +but vanity forbids my dying like a dog in a ditch, and I scramble up, +rejoining the others where they are standing on a cross-path: our path +going S.E. by E., the other S.S.W. Two men have already gone down +the S.W. one, which I feel sure is the upper end of the path Sasu had +led us to and wasted time on our first day’s march; the middle +regions of which were, as we had found from its lower end, impassable +with vegetation. So after futile attempts to call the other two +back, we go on down the S.E. one, and get shortly into a plantation +of giant kokos mid-leg deep in most excellent fine mould - the sort +of stuff you pay 6 shillings a load for in England to start a conservatory +bed with. Upon my word, the quantities of things there are left +loose in Africa, that ought to be kept in menageries and greenhouses +and not let go wild about the country, are enough to try a Saint.</p> +<p>We then pass through a clump of those lovely great tree-ferns. +The way their young fronds come up with a graceful curl, like the top +of a bishop’s staff, is a poem; but being at present fractious, +I will observe that they are covered with horrid spines, as most young +vegetables are in Africa. But talking about spines, I should remark +that nothing save that precious climbing palm - I never like to say +what I feel about climbing palms, because one once saved my life - equals +the strong bush rope which abounds here. It is covered with short, +strong, curved thorns. It creeps along concealed by decorative +vegetation, and you get your legs twined in it, and of course injured. +It festoons itself from tree to tree, and when your mind is set on other +things, catches you under the chin, and gives you the appearance of +having made a determined but ineffectual attempt to cut your throat +with a saw. It whisks your hat off and grabs your clothes, and +commits other iniquities too numerous to catalogue here. Years +and years that bush rope will wait for a man’s blood, and when +he comes within reach it will have it.</p> +<p>We are well down now among the tree-stems grown over with rich soft +green moss and delicate filmy-ferns. I should think that for a +botanist these south-eastern slopes of Mungo Mah Lobeh would be the +happiest hunting grounds in all West Africa.</p> +<p>The vegetation here is at the point of its supreme luxuriance, owing +to the richness of the soil; the leaves of trees and plants I recognise +as having seen elsewhere are here far larger, and the undergrowth particularly +is more rich and varied, far and away. Ferns seem to find here +a veritable paradise. Everything, in fact, is growing at its best.</p> +<p>We come to another fallen tree over another hole; this tree we recognise +as an old acquaintance near Buea, and I feel disgusted, for I had put +on a clean blouse, and washed my hands in a tea-cupful of water in a +cooking pot before leaving the forest camp, so as to look presentable +on reaching Buea, and not give Herr Liebert the same trouble he had +to recognise the white from the black members of the party that he said +he had with the members of the first expedition to the peak; and all +I have got to show for my exertion that is clean or anything like dry +is one cuff over which I have been carrying a shawl.</p> +<p>We double round a corner by the stockade of the station’s plantation, +and are at the top of the mud glissade - the new Government path, I +should say - that leads down into the barrack-yard.</p> +<p>Our arrival brings Herr Liebert promptly on the scene, as kindly +helpful and energetic as ever, and again anxious for me to have a bath. +The men bring our saturated loads into my room, and after giving them +their food and plenty of tobacco, I get my hot tea and change into the +clothes I had left behind at Buea, and feeling once more fit for polite +society, go out and find his Imperial and Royal Majesty’s representative +making a door, tightening the boards up with wedges in a very artful +and professional way. We discourse on things in general and the +mountain in particular. The great south-east face is now showing +clear before us, the clearness that usually comes before night-fall. +It looks again a vast wall, and I wish I were going up it again to-morrow. +When “the Calabar major” set it on fire in the dry season +it must have been a noble sight.</p> +<p>The north-eastern edge of the slope of the mountain seems to me unbroken +up to the peak. The great crater we went and camped in must be +a very early one in the history of the mountain, and out of it the present +summit seems to have been thrown up. From the sea face, the western, +I am told the slope is continuous on the whole, although there are several +craters on that side; seventy craters all told are so far known on Mungo.</p> +<p>The last reported eruption was in 1852, when signs of volcanic activity +were observed by a captain who was passing at sea. The lava from +this eruption must have gone down the western side, for I have come +across no fresh lava beds in my wanderings on the other face. +Herr Liebert has no confidence in the mountain whatsoever, and announces +his intention of leaving Buea with the army on the first symptom of +renewed volcanic activity. I attempt to discourage him from this +energetic plan, pointing out to him the beauty of that Roman soldier +at Pompeii who was found, centuries after that eruption, still at his +post; and if he regards that as merely mechanical virtue, why not pursue +the plan of the elder Pliny? Herr Liebert planes away at his door, +and says it’s not in his orders to make scientific observations +on volcanoes in a state of eruption. When it is he’ll do +so - until it is, he most decidedly will not. He adds Pliny was +an admiral and sailors are always as curious as cats.</p> +<p>Buea seems a sporting place for weather even without volcanic eruptions, +during the whole tornado season (there are two a year), over-charged +tornadoes burst in the barrack yard. From the 14th of June till +the 27th of August you never see the sun, because of the terrific and +continuous wet season downpour. At the beginning and end of this +cheerful period occurs a month’s tornado season, and the rest +of the year is dry, hot by day and cold by night.</p> +<p>They are talking of making Buea into a sanatorium for the fever-stricken. +I do not fancy somehow that it’s a suitable place for a man who +has got all the skin off his nerves with fever and quinine, and is very +liable to chill; but all Governments on the Coast, English, German, +or French, are stark mad on the subject of sanatoriums in high places, +though the experience they have had of them has clearly pointed out +that they are valueless in West Africa, and a man’s one chance +is to get out to sea on a ship that will take him outside the three-mile-deep +fever-belt of the coast.</p> +<p>Herr Liebert gives me some interesting details about the first establishment +of the station here and a bother he had with the plantations. +Only a short time ago the soldiers brought him in some black wood spikes, +which they had found with their feet, set into the path leading to the +station’s koko plantations, to the end of laming the men. +On further investigation there were also found pits, carefully concealed +with sticks and leaves, and the bottoms lined with bad thorns, also +with malicious intent. The local Bakwiri chiefs were called in +and asked to explain these phenomena existing in a country where peace +had been concluded, and the chiefs said it was quite a mistake, those +things had not been put there to kill soldiers, but only to attract +their attention, to kill and injure their own fellow-tribesmen who had +been stealing from plantations latterly. That’s the West +African’s way entirely all along the Coast; the “child-like” +native will turn out and shoot you with a gun to attract your attention +to the fact that a tribe you never heard of has been and stolen one +of his ladies, whom you never saw. It’s the sweet infant’s +way of “rousing up popular opinion,” but I do not admire +or approve of it. If I am to be shot for a crime, for goodness +sake let me commit the crime first.</p> +<p><i>September 28th</i>. - Down to Victoria in one day, having no desire +to renew and amplify my acquaintance with the mission station at Buana. +It poured torrentially all the day through. The old chief at Buana +was very nice to-day when we were coming through his territory. +He came out to meet us with some of his wives. Both men and women +among these Bakwiri are tattooed, and also painted, on the body, face +and arms, but as far as I have seen not on the legs. The patterns +are handsome, and more elaborate than any such that I have seen. +One man who came with the party had two figures of men tattooed on the +region where his waistcoat should have been. I gave the chief +some tobacco though he never begged for anything. He accepted +it thankfully, and handing it to his wives preceded us on our path for +about a mile and a half and then having reached the end of his district, +we shook hands and parted.</p> +<p>After all the rain we have had, the road was of course worse than +ever, and as we were going through the forest towards the war hedge, +I noticed a strange sound, a dull roar which made the light friable +earth quiver under our feet, and I remembered with alarm the accounts +Herr Liebert has given me of the strange ways of rivers on this mountain; +how by Buea, about 200 metres below where you cross it, the river goes +bodily down a hole. How there is a waterfall on the south face +of the mountain that falls right into another hole, and is never seen +again, any more than the Buea River is. How there are in certain +places underground rivers, which though never seen can be heard roaring, +and felt in the quivering earth under foot in the wet season, and so +on. So I judged our present roar arose from some such phenomenon, +and with feminine nervousness began to fear that the rotten water-logged +earth we were on might give way, and engulf the whole of us, and we +should never be seen again. But when we got down into our next +ravine, the one where I got the fish and water-spiders on our way up, +things explained themselves. The bed of this ravine was occupied +by a raging torrent of great beauty, but alarming appearance to a person +desirous of getting across to the other side of it. On our right +hand was a waterfall of tons of water thirty feet high or so. +The brown water wreathed with foam dashed down into the swirling pool +we faced, and at the other edge of the pool, striking a ridge of higher +rock, it flew up in a lovely flange some twelve feet or so high, before +making another and a deeper spring to form a second waterfall. +My men shouted to me above the roar that it was “a bad place.” +They never give me half the credit I deserve for seeing danger, and +they said, “Water all go for hole down there, we fit to go too +suppose we fall.” “Don’t fall,” I yelled +which was the only good advice I could think of to give them just then.</p> +<p>Each small load had to be carried across by two men along a submerged +ridge in the pool, where the water was only breast high. I had +all I could do to get through it, though assisted by my invaluable Bakwiri +staff. But no harm befell. Indeed we were all the better +for it, or at all events cleaner. We met five torrents that had +to be waded during the day; none so bad as the first but all superbly +beautiful.</p> +<p>When we turned our faces westwards just above the wood we had to +pass through before getting into the great road, the view of Victoria, +among its hills, and fronted by its bay, was divinely lovely and glorious +with colour. I left the boys here, as they wanted to rest, and +to hunt up water, etc., among the little cluster of huts that are here +on the right-hand side of the path, and I went on alone down through +the wood, and out on to the road, where I found my friend, the Alsatian +engineer, still flourishing and busy with his cheery gang of woodcutters. +I made a brief halt here, getting some soda water. I was not anxious +to reach Victoria before nightfall, but yet to reach it before dinner, +and while I was chatting, my boys came through the wood and the engineer +most kindly gave them a tot of brandy apiece, to which I owe their arrival +in Victoria. I left them again resting, fearing I had overdone +my arrangements for arriving just after nightfall and went on down that +road which was more terrible than ever now to my bruised, weary feet, +but even more lovely than ever in the dying light of the crimson sunset, +with all its dark shadows among the trees begemmed with countless fire-flies +- and so safe into Victoria - sneaking up the Government House hill +by the private path through the Botanical Gardens.</p> +<p>Idabea, the steward, turned up, and I asked him to let me have some +tea and bread and butter, for I was dreadfully hungry. He rushed +off, and I heard tremendous operations going on in the room above. +In a few seconds water poured freely down through the dining-room ceiling. +It was bath palaver again. The excellent Idabea evidently thought +it was severely wanted, more wanted than such vanities as tea. +Fortunately, Herr von Lucke was away down in town, looking after duty +as usual, so I was tidy before he returned to dinner. When he +returned he had the satisfaction a prophet should feel. I had +got half-drowned, and I had got an awful cold, the most awful cold in +the head of modern times, I believe, but he was not artistically exultant +over my afflictions.</p> +<p>My men having all reported themselves safe I went to my comfortable +rooms, but could not turn in, so fascinating was the warmth and beauty +down here; and as I sat on the verandah overlooking Victoria and the +sea, in the dim soft light of the stars, with the fire-flies round me, +and the lights of Victoria away below, and heard the soft rush of the +Lukola River, and the sound of the sea-surf on the rocks, and the tom-tomming +and singing of the natives, all matching and mingling together, “Why +did I come to Africa?” thought I. Why! who would not come +to its twin brother hell itself for all the beauty and the charm of +it!</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XXI. TRADE AND LABOUR IN WEST AFRICA.</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>As I am under the impression that the trade of the West African Coast +is its most important attribute, I hope I may be pardoned for entering +into this subject. My chief excuse for so doing lies in the fact +that independent travellers are rare in the Bights. The last one +I remember hearing of was that unfortunate gentleman who went to the +Coast for pleasure and lost a leg on Lagos Bar. Now I have not +lost any portion of my anatomy anywhere on the Coast, and therefore +have no personal prejudice against the place. I hold a brief for +no party, and I beg the more experienced old coaster to remember that +“a looker on sees the most of the game.”</p> +<p>First of all it should be remembered that Africa does not possess +ready-made riches to the extent it is in many quarters regarded as possessing. +It is not an India filled with the accumulated riches of ages, waiting +for the adventurer to enter and shake the pagoda tree. The pagoda +tree in Africa only grows over stores of buried ivory, and even then +it is a stunted specimen to that which grew over the treasure-houses +of Delhi, Seringapatam, and hundreds of others as rich as they in gems +and gold. Africa has lots of stuff in it; structurally more than +any other continent in the world, but it is very much in the structure, +and it requires hard work to get it out, particularly out of one of +its richest regions, the West Coast, where the gold, silver, copper, +lead, and petroleum lie protected against the miner by African fever +in its deadliest form, and the produce prepared by the natives for the +trader is equally fever-guarded, and requires white men of a particular +type to work and export it successfully - men endowed with great luck, +pluck, patience, and tact.</p> +<p>The first things to be considered are the natural resources of the +country. This subject may be divided into two sub-sections - (1) +The means of working these resources as they at present stand; (2) The +question of the possibility of increasing them by introducing new materials +of trade-value in the shape of tea, coffee, cocoa, etc.</p> +<p>With regard to the first sub-division the most cheerful things that +there are to say on the West Coast trade can be said; the means of transport +being ahead of the trade in all districts save the Gold Coast. +I know this is heresy, so I will attempt to explain the matter. +First, as regards communication to Europe by sea, the West Coast is +extremely well off, the two English lines of steamers managed by Messrs. +Elder Dempster, the British African, and the Royal African, are most +enterprisingly conducted, and their devotion to trade is absolutely +pathetic. Let there be but the least vague rumour (sometimes I +have thought they have not waited for the rumour, but “gone in” +as an experiment) of a puncheon of oil, or a log of timber waiting for +shipment at an out-of-the-world, one house port, one of these vessels +will bear down on that port, and have that cargo. In addition +to the English lines there is the Woermann line, equally devoted to +cargo, I may almost say even more so, for it is currently reported that +Woermann liners will lie off and wait for the stuff to grow. This +I will not vouch for, but I know the time allowed to a Woermann captain +by his owners between Cameroons and Big Batanga just round the corner +is eight days.</p> +<p>These English and German lines, having come to a friendly understanding +regarding freights, work the Bights of Benin, Biafra, and Panavia, without +any rivals, save now and again the vessels chartered by the African +Association to bring out a big cargo, and the four sailing vessels belonging +to the Association which give an eighteenth-century look to the Rivers, +and have great adventures on the bars of Opobo and Bonny. <a name="citation455"></a><a href="#footnote455">{455}</a> +The Bristol ships on the Half Jack Coast are not rivals, but a sort +of floating factories, shipping their stuff home and getting it out +by the regular lines of steamers. The English and German liners +therefore carry the bulk of the trade from the whole Coast. Their +services are complicated and frequent, but perfectly simple when you +have grasped the fact that the English lines may be divided into two +sub-divisions - Liverpool boats and Hamburg boats, either of which are +liable when occasion demands to call at Havre. The Liverpool line +is the mail line to the more important ports, the Hamburg line being +almost entirely composed of cargo vessels calling at the smaller ports +as well as the larger.</p> +<p>There is another classification that must be grasped. The English +boats being divided into, firstly, a line having its terminus at Sierra +Leone and calling at the Isles do Los; secondly, a line having its terminus +at Akassa; thirdly, a line having its terminus at Old Calabar; fourthly, +a line having its terminus at San Paul de Loanda, and in addition, a +direct line from Antwerp to the Congo, chartered by the Congo Free State +Government. Division 4, the South-westers, are the quickest vessels +as far as Lagos, for they only call at the Canaries, Sierra Leone, off +the Kru Coast, at Accra, and off Lagos; then they run straight from +Lagos into Cameroons, without touching the Rivers, reaching Cameroons +in twenty-seven days from Liverpool. After Cameroons they cross +to Fernando Po and run into Victoria, and then work their way steadily +down coast to their destination. Thence up again, doing all they +know to extract cargo, but never succeeding as they would wish, and +so being hungry in the hold when they get back to the Bight of Benin, +they are liable to smell cargo and go in after it, and therefore are +not necessarily the quickest boats home.</p> +<p>Two French companies run to the French possessions, subsidised by +their Government (as the German line is, and as our lines are not) - +the Chargeurs Réunis and the Fraissinet. The South-west +Coast liners of these companies run to Gaboon and then to Koutonu, up +near Lagos, then back to Gaboon, and down as far as Loango, calling +on their way home at the other ports in Congo Français. +They are mainly carriers of import goods, because they run to time, +and on the South-west Coast unless Time has an ameliorating touch of +Eternity in it you cannot get export goods off.</p> +<p>Below the Congo the rivals of the English and German lines are the +vessels of the Portuguese line, Empreza Naçional. These +run from Lisbon to the Cape Verde Islands, thence to San Thomé +and Principe, then to the ports of Angola (Loanda, Benguella, Mossamedes, +Ambrizette, etc.), and they carry the bulk of the Angola trade at present, +because of the preferential dues on goods shipped in Portuguese bottoms.</p> +<p>The service of English vessels to the West Coast is weekly; to the +Rivers fortnightly; to the South-west Coast monthly; and it is the chief +thing in West Coast trade enterprise that England has to be proud of.</p> +<p>Any one of the English boats will go anywhere that mortal boat can +go; and their captains’ local knowledge is a thing England at +large should be proud of and the rest of the civilised world regard +with awe-stricken admiration. That they leave no room for further +development of ocean carriage has been several times demonstrated by +the collapse of lines that have attempted to rival them - the Prince +line and more recently the General Steam Navigation.</p> +<p>But although the West Coast trader has at his disposal these vessels, +he has by no means an easy time, or cheap methods, of getting his stuff +on board, save at Sierra Leone and in the Oil Rivers. Of the Gold +Coast surf, and Lagos bar I have already spoken, and the Calemma as +we call the South-west Coast surf is nearly, if not quite as bad as +that on the Gold Coast. Indeed I hold it is worse, but then I +have had more experience of it, and it has frequently to be worked in +native dugouts, and not in the well-made surf boats used on the Gold +Coast. But although these surf-boats are more safe they are also +more expensive than canoes, as a fine £40 or £60 surf-boat’s +average duration of life is only two years in the Gold Coast surf, so +there is little to choose from a commercial standpoint between the two +surfs when all is done.</p> +<p>As regards interior transport, the difficulty is greater, but in +the majority of the West Coast possessions of European powers there +exist great facilities for transport in the network of waterways near +the coast and the great rivers running far into the interior.</p> +<p>These waterways are utilised by the natives, being virtually roads; +in many districts practically the only roads existing for the transport +of goods in bulk, or in the present state of the trade required to exist. +But there is room for more white enterprise in the matter of river navigation; +and my own opinion is that if English capital were to be employed in +the direction of small suitably-built river steamers, it would be found +more repaying than lines of railway. Waterways that might be developed +in this manner exist in the Cross River, the Volta, and the Ancobra. +I do not say that there will be any immediate dividend on these river +steamboat lines, but I do not think that there will be any dividend, +immediate or remote, on railways in West Africa. This question +of transport is at present regarded as a burning one throughout the +Continent; and for the well-being of certain parts of the West Coast +railways are essential, such as at Lagos, and on the Gold Coast. +Of Lagos I do not pretend to speak. I have never been ashore there. +Of the Gold Coast I have seen a little, and heard a great deal more, +and I think I may safely say that railway making would not be difficult +on it, for it is good hard land, not stretches of rotten swamp. +The great difficulty in making railroads here will consist in landing +the material through the surf. This difficulty cannot be got over, +except at enormous expense, by making piers, but it might be surmounted +by sending the plant ashore on small bar boats that could get up the +Volta or Ancobra. When up the Volta it may be said, “it +would be nowhere when any one wanted it,” but the cast-iron idea +that goods must go ashore at places where there are Government headquarters +like Accra and Cape Coast, places where the surf is about at its worst, +seems to me an erroneous one. The landing place at Cape Coast +might be made safe and easy by the expenditure of a few thousands in +“developing” that rock which at present gives shelter <i>when</i> +you get round the lee side of it, but this would only make things safer +for surf-boats. No other craft could work this bit of beach; and +there is plenty of room for developing the Volta, as it is a waterway +which a vessel drawing six feet can ascend fifty miles from July till +November, and thirty miles during the rest of the year. The worst +point about the Volta is the badness of its bar - a great semicircular +sweep with heavy breakers - too bad a bar for boats to cross; but a +steamer on the Lagos bar boat plan might manage it, as the <i>Bull Frog</i> +reported in 1884 nineteen to twenty-one feet on it, one hour before +high water. The absence of this bar boat, and the impossibility +of sending goods out in surf-boats across the bar, causes the goods +from Adda (Riverside), the chief town on the Volta, situated about six +miles up the river from its mouth, to be carried across the spit of +land to Beach Town, and then brought out through the shore surf - the +worst bit of surf on the whole Gold Coast. The Ancobra is a river +which penetrates the interior, through a district very rich in gold +and timber and more than suspected of containing petroleum. It +is from eighty to one hundred yards wide up as far as Akanko, and during +the rains carries three and a half to four and a half fathoms, and boats +are taken up to Tomento about forty miles from its mouth with goods +to the Wassaw gold mines. But the bar of the Ancobra is shallow, +only giving six feet, although it is firm and settled, not like that +of the Volta and Lagos; and the Portuguese, in the sixteenth century, +used to get up this river, and work the country to a better profit than +we do nowadays.</p> +<p>The other chief Gold Coast river, the Bosum Prah, that enters the +sea at Chama, is no use for navigation from the sea, being obstructed +with rock and rapids, and its bar only carrying two feet; but whether +these rivers are used or not for the landing of railroad plant, it is +certain that that plant must be landed, and the railways made, for if +ever a district required them the Gold Coast does. It is to be +hoped it will soon enter into the phase of construction, for it is a +return to the trade (from which it draws its entire revenue) that the +local government owes, and owes heavily; and if our new acquisition +of Ashantee is to be developed, it must have a railway bringing it in +touch with the Coast trade, not necessarily running into Coomassie, +but near enough to Coomassie to enable goods to be sold there at but +a small advance on Coast prices.</p> +<p>It is an error, easily fallen into, to imagine that the natives in +the interior are willing to give much higher prices than the sea-coast +natives for goods. Be it granted that they are compelled now to +give say on an average seventy-five per cent. higher prices to the sea-coast +natives who at present act as middlemen between them and the white trader, +but if the white trader goes into the interior, he has to face, first, +the difficulty of getting his goods there safely; secondly, the opposition +of the native traders who can, and will drive him out of the market, +unless he is backed by easy and cheap means of transport. Take +the case of Coomassie now. A merchant, let us say, wants to take +up from the Coast to Coomassie £3,000 worth of goods to trade +with. To transport this he has to employ 1,300 carriers at one +shilling and three pence per day a head. The time taken is eight +days there, and eight days back, = sixteen days, which figures out at +£1,300, without allowing for loss and damage. In order to +buy produce with these goods that will cover this, and all shipping +expenses, etc., he would have to sell at a far higher figure in Coomassie +than he would on the sea-coast, and the native traders would easily +oust him from the market. Moreover so long as a district is in +the hands of native traders there is no advance made, and no development +goes forward; and it would be a grave error to allow this to take place +at Coomassie, now that we have at last done what we should have done +in 1874 and taken actual possession, for Coomassie is a grand position +that, if properly managed for a few years, will become a great interior +market, attracting to itself the routes of interior trade. It +is not now a great centre; because of the oppression and usury which +the Kings of Ashantee have inflicted on all in their power, and which +have caused Coomassie mainly to attract one form of trade, viz., slaves; +who were used in their constant human sacrifices, and for whom a higher +price was procurable here than from the Mohammedan tribes to the north +under French sway. And as for the other trade stuffs, they have +naturally for years drained into the markets of the French Soudan; instead +of through such a country as Ashantee, into the markets of the English +Gold Coast; and so unless we run a railroad up to encourage the white +traders to go inland, and make a market that will attract these trade +routes into Coomassie, we shall be a few years hence singing out “What’s +the good of Ashantee?” and so forth, as is our foolish wont, never +realising that the West Coast is not good unless it is made so by white +effort.</p> +<p>The new <i>régime</i> on the Gold Coast is undoubtedly more +active than the old - more alive to the importance of pushing inland +and so forth - and a road is going to be made twenty-five feet wide +all the way to Coomassie, and then beyond it, which is an excellent +thing in its way. But it will not do much for trade, because the +pacification of the country, and the greater security of personal property +to the native, which our rule will afford will aid him in bringing his +goods to the coast, but not so greatly aid our taking our goods inland, +for the carriers will require just as much for carrying goods along +a road, as they do for carrying goods along a bush path, and rightly +too, for it is quite as heavy work for them, and heavier, as I know +from my experience of the governmental road in Cameroon. In such +a country as West Africa there can be no doubt that a soft bush path +with a thick coating of moss and leaves on it, and shaded from the sun +above by the interlacing branches, is far and away better going than +a hard, sunny wide road. This road will be valuable for military +expeditions possibly, but military expeditions are not everyday affairs +on the Gold Coast; and it cannot be of use for draught animals, because +of the horse-sickness and tsetse fly which occur as soon as you get +into the forest behind the littoral region: so it must not be regarded +as an equivalent for steam transport, as it will only serve to bring +down the little trickle of native trade, and possibly not increase that +trickle much.</p> +<p>The question of transport of course is not confined to the Gold Coast. +Below Lagos there is the great river system, towards which the trade +slowly drains through native hands to the white man’s factories +on the river banks, but this trade being in the hands of native traders +is not a fraction of what it would become in the hands of white men; +and any mineral wealth there may be in the heavily-forested stretches +of country remains unworked and unknown. The difficulty of transport +here greatly hampers the exploitation of the timber wealth, it being +utterly useless for the natives to fell even a fine tree, unless it +is so close to a waterway that it can be floated down to the factory. +This it is which causes the ebony, bar, and cam wood to be cut up by +them into small billets which a man can carry. The French and +Germans are both now following the plan of getting as far as possible +into the interior by the waterways, and then constructing railways. +The construction of these railways is fairly easy, as regards gradients, +and absence of dense forest, when your waterway takes you up to the +great park-like plateau lands which extend, as a general rule, behind +the forest belt, and the inevitable mountain range. The most important +of these railways will be that of M. de Brazza up the Sanga valley in +the direction of the Chad. When this railway is constructed, it +will be the death of the Cameroon and Oil River trade, more particularly +of the latter, for in the Cameroons the Germans have broken down the +monopoly of the coast tribes, which we in our possessions under the +Niger Coast Protectorate have not. The Niger Company has broken +through, and taken full possession of a great interior, doing a bit +of work of which every Englishman should feel proud, for it is the only +thing in West Africa that places us on a level with the French and Germans +in courage and enterprise in penetrating the interior, and fortunately +the regions taken over by the Company are rich and not like the Senegal +“made of sand and savage savages.” Where in West Africa +outside the Company will you find men worthy as explorers to be named +in the same breath with de Brazza, Captain Binger, and Zintgraff?</p> +<p>Some day, I fear when it will be too late, we shall realise the foolishness +of sticking down on the sea coast, tidying up our settlements, establishing +schools, and drains, and we shall find our possessions in the Rivers +and along the Gold Coast valueless, particularly in the Rivers, for +the trade will surely drain towards the markets along the line of the +French railroad behind them, for the middlemen tribe that we foster +exact a toll of seventy-five per cent. on the trade that comes through +their hands, and the English Government is showing great signs of an +inclination to impose such duties on the only stuff the native cares +much for - alcohol - that he will take his goods to the market where +he can get his alcohol; even if he pays a toll to these markets of fifty +per cent. But of this I will speak later, and we will return to +the question of transport. Mr. Scott Elliot, <a name="citation463"></a><a href="#footnote463">{463}</a> +speaking on this subject as regarding East African regions, has given +us a most interesting contribution based on his personal experience, +and official figures. As many of his observations and figures +are equally applicable to the West Coast, I hope I may be forgiven for +quoting him. His criticism is in favour of the utilisation of +every mile of waterway available. He says, regarding the Victoria +Nyanza, that “it is possible to place on it a steamer at the cost +of £12,677. Taking the cost of maintenance, fuel and working +expenses at £1,200 a year (a large estimate) a capital expenditure +of £53,000, (£13,000 for the steamer and £40,000 to +yield three per cent. interest) would enable this steamer to convey, +say thirty tons at the rate of five to ten miles an hour for £1,600 +a year. This makes it possible to convey a ton at the rate of +a halfpenny a mile, while it would require about £53,000 to build +a railway only eighteen miles long.”</p> +<p>The Congo Free State railway I am informed, has cost, at a rate per +mile, something like eight times this. Further on Mr. Elliot says: +“In America the surplus population of Europe, and the markets +in the Eastern States have made railway development profitable on the +whole, but in Africa, until pioneer work has been done, and the prospects +of colonisation and plantation are sufficiently definite and settled +to induce colonists to go out in considerable numbers, it will be ruinous +to build a long railway line.”</p> +<p>I do not quote these figures to discourage the West Coaster from +his railway, but only to induce him to get his Government to make it +in the proper direction, namely, into the interior, where further development +of trade is possible. Judging from other things in English colonies, +I should expect, if left to the spirit of English (West Coast) enterprise, +it would run in a line that would enable the engine drivers to keep +an eye on the Atlantic Ocean instead of the direction in which it is +high time our eyes should be turned. I confess I am not an enthusiast +on civilising the African. My idea is that the French method of +dealing with Africa is the best at present. Get as much of the +continent as possible down on the map as yours, make your flag wherever +you go a sacred thing to the native - a thing he dare not attack. +Then, when you have done this, you may abandon the French plan, and +gradually develop the trade in an English manner, but not in the English +manner <i>à la</i> Sierra Leone. But do your pioneer work +first. There is a very excellent substratum for English pioneer +work on our Coasts in the trading community, for trade is the great +key to the African’s heart, and everywhere the English trader +and his goods stand high in West African esteem. This pioneer +work must be undertaken, or subsidised by the Government as it has been +in the French possessions, for the West Coast does not offer those inducements +to the ordinary traveller that, let us say, East Africa with its magnificent +herds of big game, or the northern frontier of India, with its mountains +and its interesting forms, relics, and monuments of a high culture, +offer. Travel in West Africa is very hard work, and very unhealthy. +There are many men who would not hesitate for a moment to go there, +were the dangers of the native savagery the chief drawback; but they +hesitate before a trip which means, in all probability, month after +month of tramping through wet gloomy forests with a swamp here and there +for a change, <a name="citation465"></a><a href="#footnote465">{465}</a> +and which will, the chances are 100 to 1, end in their dying ignominiously +of fever in some wretched squalid village.</p> +<p>Reckless expenditure of money in attempts to open up the country +is to be deprecated, for this hampers its future terribly, even if attended +with partial success, the mortgage being too heavy for the estate, as +the Congo Free State finances show; and if it is attended with failure +it discourages further efforts. What we want at present in West +Africa are three or four Bingers and Zintgraffs to extend our possessions +northwards, eastwards, and south-eastwards, until they command the interior +trade routes. And there is no reason that these men should enter +from the West Coast, getting themselves killed, or half killed, with +fever, before they reach their work. Uganda, if half one hears +of it is true, would be a very suitable base for them to start from, +and then travelling west they might come down to the present limit of +our West Coast possessions. This belt of territory across the +continent would give us control of, and place us in touch with, the +whole of the interior trade. A belt from north to south in Africa +- thanks to our supineness and folly - we can now never have.</p> +<p>I will now briefly deal with the second sub-division I spoke of some +pages back - the possibility of introducing new trade exports by means +of cultivating plantations. The soil of West Africa is extremely +rich in places, but by no means so in all, for vast tracts of it are +mangrove swamps, and other vast tracts of it are miserably poor, sour, +sandy clay. It is impossible in the space at my disposal to enter +into a full description of the localities where these unprofitable districts +occur, but you will find them here and there all along the Coast after +leaving Sierra Leone. The sour clay seems to be new soil recently +promoted into the mainland from dried-up mangrove swamps, and a good +rough rule is, do not start a plantation on soil that is not growing +hard-wood forest. Considerable areas on the Gold Coast, even though +the soil is good, are now useless for cultivation, on account of their +having been deforested by the natives’ wasteful way of making +their farms, coupled with the harmattan and the long dry season.</p> +<p>The regions of richest soil are not in our possessions, but in those +of Germany, France, Spain, and Portugal, namely, the Cameroons and its +volcanic island series, Fernando Po, Principe, and San Thomé.</p> +<p>The rich volcanic earths of these places will enable them to compete +in the matter of plantations with any part of the known world. +Cameroons is undoubtedly the best of these, because of its superior +river supply, and although not in the region of the double seasons it +is just on the northern limit of them, and the height of the Peak - +13,760 feet - condenses the water-laden air from its surrounding swamps +and the Atlantic, so that rain is pretty frequent throughout the year. +When within the region of the double seasons just south of Cameroons +you have a rainfall no heavier than that of the Rivers, yet better distributed, +an essential point for the prosperity of such plantations as those of +tea and tobacco, which require showers once a month. To the north +of Cameroons there is no prospect of either of these well-paying articles +being produced in a quantity, or quality, that would compete with South +America, India, or the Malayan regions, and they will have to depend +in the matter of plantations on coffee and cacao. Below Cameroons, +Congo Français possesses the richest soil and an excellently +arranged climate. The lower Congo soil is bad and poor close to +the river. Kacongo, the bit of Portuguese territory to the north +of the Congo banks, and that part of Angola as far as the River Bingo, +are pretty much the same make of country as Congo Français, only +less heavily forested. The whole of Angola is an immensely rich +region, save just round Loanda where the land is sand-logged for about +fifty square miles, and those regions to the extreme south and south-east, +which are in the Kalahari desert regions.</p> +<p>Coffee grows wild throughout Angola in those districts removed from +the dry coast-lands - in the districts of Golongo Alto and Cassengo +in great profusion, and you can go through utterly uncultivated stretches +of it, thirty miles of it at a time. The natives, now the merchants +have taught them its value, are collecting this wild berry and bringing +it in in quantities, and in addition the English firm of Newton and +Carnegie have started plantations up at Cassengo. The greater +part of these plantations consist of clearing and taking care of the +wild coffee, but in addition regularly planting and cultivating young +trees, as it is found that the yield per tree is immensely increased +by cultivation.</p> +<p>Six hundred to eight hundred bags a month were shipped from Ambrizette +alone when I was there in 1893, and the amount has since increased and +will still further increase when that leisurely, but very worthy little +railroad line, which proudly calls itself the Royal Trans-African, shall +have got its sections made up into the coffee district. It was +about thirty miles off at Ambaca when I was in Angola, but by now it +may have got further. However, I do not think it is very likely +to have gone far, and I have a persuasion that that railroad will not +become trans-African in my day; still it has an “immediate future” +compared with that which any other West Coast railway can expect; for +besides the coffee, Angola is rich in malachite and gum of high quality, +and its superior government will attract the rubber from the Kassai +region of the Congo Free State.</p> +<p>In our own possessions the making of plantations is being carried +on with much energy by Messrs. Miller Brothers on the Gold Coast, <a name="citation468"></a><a href="#footnote468">{468}</a> +by several private capitalists, including Mr. A. L. Jones of Liverpool, +at Lagos; by the Royal Niger Company in their territory, and by several +head Agents in the Niger Coast Protectorate. Sir Claude MacDonald +offered every inducement to this trade development, and gave great material +help by founding a botanical station at Old Calabar, where plants could +be obtained. He did his utmost to try and get the natives to embark +on plantation-making, ably seconded by Mr. Billington, the botanist +in charge of the botanical station, who wrote an essay in Effik on coffee +growing and cultivation at large for their special help and guidance. +A few chiefs, to oblige, took coffee plants, but they are not enthusiastic, +for the slaves that would be required to tend coffee and keep it clean, +in this vigorous forest region, are more profitably employed now in +preparing palm oil.</p> +<p>Of the coffee plantation at Man o’ War Bay I have already spoken, +and of those in Congo Français, which, although not at present +shipping like the German plantation, will soon be doing so. In +addition to coffee and cacao attempts are being made in Congo Français +to introduce the Para rubber tree, a large plantation of which I frequently +visited near Libreville, and found to be doing well. This would +be an excellent tree to plant in among coffee, for it is very clean +and tidy, and seems as if it would take to West Africa like a duck to +water, but it is not a quick cropper, and I am informed must be left +at least three or four years before it is tapped at all, so, as the +gardening books would say, it should be planted early.</p> +<p>It is very possible many other trees producing tropical products +valuable in commerce might be introduced successfully into West Africa. +The cultivation of cloves and nutmegs would repay here well, for allied +species of trees and shrubs are indigenous, but the first of these trees +takes a long time before coming into bearing and the cultivation of +the second is a speculative affair. Allspice I have found growing +wild in several districts, but in no large quantity. Cotton with +a fine long staple grows wild in quantities wherever there is open ground, +but it is not cultivated by the natives; and when attempts have been +made to get them to collect it they do so, but bring it in very dirty, +and the traders having no machinery to compress it like that used in +America, it does not pay to ship. Indigo is common everywhere +along the Coast and used by the natives for dyeing, as is also a teazle, +which gives a very fine permanent maroon; and besides these there are +many other dyes and drugs used by them - colocynth, datura soap bark, +cardamom, ginger, peppers, strophanthus, nux vomica, etc., etc., but +the difficulty of getting these things brought in to the traders in +sufficient quantities prevents their being exported to any considerable +extent. Tea has not been tried, and is barely worth trying, though +there is little doubt it would grow in Cameroons and Congo Français +where it would have an excellent climate and pretty nearly any elevation +it liked. But I believe tea has of late years been discovered +to be like coffee, not such a stickler for elevation as it used to be +thought, merely requiring not to have its roots in standing water.</p> +<p>Vanilla grows with great luxuriance in Cameroons. In Victoria +a grove of gigantic cacao trees is heavily overgrown with this lovely +orchid in a most perfect way. It does not seem to injure the cacaos +in the least, and there are other kinds of trees it will take equally +well to. I saw it growing happily and luxuriantly under the direction +of the Roman Catholic Mission at Landana; but it requires a continuously +damp climate. Vanilla when once started gives little or no trouble, +and its pods do not require any very careful manipulation before sending +to Europe, and this is a very important point, for a great hindrance +- <i>the</i> great hindrance to plantation enterprise on the Coast - +is the difficulty of getting neat-handed labourers. I had once +the pleasure of meeting a Dutch gentleman - a plantation expert, who +had been sent down the West Coast by a firm trading there, and also +in the Malay Archipelago - prospecting, at a heavy fee, to see whether +it would pay the firm to open up plantations there better than in Malaysia. +I believe his final judgment was adverse to the West African plan, because +of the difficulty of getting skilful natives to tend young plants, and +prepare the products. Tea he regarded as quite hopeless from this +difficulty, and he said he did not think you would ever get Africans +at as cheap a rate, or so deftly fingered to roll tea, as you can get +Asiatics. No one knows until they have tried it the trouble it +is to get an African to do things carefully; but it is a trouble, not +an impossibility. If you don’t go off with fever from sheer +worry and vexation the thing can be done, but in the meantime he is +maddening. I have had many a day’s work on plantations instructing +cheerful, willing, apparently intelligent Ethiopians of various sexes +and sizes on the mortal crime of hoeing up young coffee plants. +They have quite seen it. “Oh, Lor! massa, I no fit to do +dem thing.” Aren’t they! You go along to-morrow +morning, and you’ll find your most promising pupils laying around +them with their hoes, talking about the disgraceful way their dearest +friends go on, and destroying young coffee right and left. They +are just as bad, if not slightly worse, particularly the ladies, when +it comes to picking coffee. As soon as your eye is off them, the +bough is off the tree. I know one planter who leads the life of +the Surprise Captain in W. H. S. Gilbert’s ballad, lurking among +his groves, and suddenly appearing among his pickers. This, he +says, has given them a feeling of uncertainty as to when and where he +may appear, kassengo and all, that has done much to preserve his plantation; +but it is a wearying life, not what he expected from his book on coffee-plantations, +which had a frontispiece depicting a planter seated in his verandah, +with a tumblerful of something cool at his right hand, and a pipe in +his mouth, contemplating a large plantation full of industrious natives +picking berries into baskets on all sides.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>LABOUR. - The labour problem is one that must be studied and solved +before West Africa can advance much further than its present culture +condition, because the climate is such that the country cannot be worked +by white labourers; and that this state of affairs will remain as it +is until some true specific is discovered for malaria, something important +happens to the angle of the earth’s axis, or some radical change +takes place in the nature of the sun, is the opinion of all acquainted +with the region. The West African climate shows no signs of improving +whatsoever. If it shows any sign of alteration it is for the worse, +for of late years two extremely deadly forms of fever have come into +notice here, malarial typhoid and blackwater. The malarial typhoid +seems confined to districts where a good deal of European attention +has been given to drainage systems, which is in itself discouraging.</p> +<p>The labour problem has been imported with European civilisation. +The civilisation has not got on to any considerable extent, but the +labour problem has; for, being a malignant nuisance, it has taken to +West Africa as a duck to water, and it is now flourishing. It +has not yet, however, attained its zenith; it is just waiting for the +abolition of domestic slavery for that - and then! Meanwhile it +grows with the demand for hands to carry on plantation work, and public +works. On the West Coast - that is to say, from Sierra Leone to +Cameroon - it is worse than on the South West Coast from Cameroon to +Benguella.</p> +<p>The Kruman, the Accra, and the Sierra Leonian are at present on the +West Coast the only solution available. The first is as fine a +ship-and-beach-man as you could reasonably wish for, but no good for +plantation work. The second is, thanks to the practical training +he has received from the Basel Mission, a very fair artisan, cook, or +clerk, but also no good for plantation work, except as an overseer. +The third is a poor artisan, an excellent clerk, or subordinate official, +but so unreliable in the matter of honesty as to be nearly reliable +to swindle any employer. Lagos turns out a large quantity of educated +natives, but owing to the growing prosperity of the colony, these are +nearly all engaged in Lagos itself.</p> +<p>An important but somewhat neglected factor in the problem is the +nature of the West African native, and as I think a calm and unbiassed +study of this factor would give us the satisfactory solution to the +problem, I venture to give my own observations on it.</p> +<p>The Kruboys, as the natives of the Grain Coast are called, irrespective +of the age of the individual, by the white men - the Menekussi as the +Effiks call them - are the most important people of West Africa; for +without their help the working of the Coast would cost more lives than +it already does, and would be in fact practically impossible. +Ever since vessels have regularly frequented the Bights, the Kruman +has had the helpful habit of shipping himself off on board, and doing +all the heavy work. Their first tutors were the slavers, who initiated +them into the habit, and instructed them in ship’s work, that +they might have the benefit of their services in working their vessels +along the Slave Coast. And in order to prevent any Kruboy being +carried off as a slave by mistake, which would have prejudiced these +useful allies, the slavers persuaded them always to tattoo a band of +basket-work pattern down their foreheads and out on to the tip of their +broad noses: this is the most extensive bit of real tattoo that I know +of in West Africa, and the Kruboys still keep the fashion. Their +next tutors were the traders, who have taught and still teach them beach +work; how to handle cargo, try oil, and make themselves generally useful +in a factory, - “learn sense,” as the Kruboy himself puts +it. To religious teaching the Kruboy seems for an African singularly +impervious, but the two lessons he has learnt - ship and shore work +- are the best that the white has so far taught the black, because unattended +with the evil consequences that have followed the other lessons. +Unfortunately, the Kruman of the Grain Coast and the Cabinda of the +South West Coast, are the only two tribes that have had the benefit +of this kind of education, but there are many other tribes who, had +circumstances led the trader and the slaver to turn their attention +to them, would have done their tutors quite as much credit. But +circumstances did not, and so nowadays, just as a hundred years ago, +you must get the Kruboy to help you if you are going to do any work, +missionary or mercantile, from Sierra Leone to Cameroon. Below +Cameroon the Kruboy does not like to go, except to the beach of an English +or German house, for he has suffered much from the Congo Free State, +and from Spaniards and Portuguese, who have not respected his feelings +in the matter of wanting to return every year, or every two years at +the most, to his own country, and his rooted aversion to agricultural +work and carrying loads about the bush.</p> +<p>The pay of the Kruboy averages £1 a month. There are +modifications in the way in which this sum is reached; for example, +some missionaries pay each man £20 a year, but then he has to +find his own chop. Some South-West Coast traders pay £8 +a year, but they find their boys entirely, and well, in food, and give +them a cloth a week. English men-of-war on the West African Station +have, like other vessels to take them on to save the white crew, and +they pay the Kruboys the same as they pay the white men,<i> i.e</i>., +£4.10s. a month with rations. Needless to say, men-of-war +are popular, although service on board them cuts our friend off from +almost every chance of stealing chickens and other things of which I +may not speak, as Herodotus would say. I do not know the manner +in which men-of-war pay off the Kruboy, but I think in hard cash. +In the circles of society I most mix with on the Coast - the mercantile +marine and the trading - he is always paid in goods, in cloth, gin, +guns, tobacco, gunpowder, etc., with little concessions to his individual +fancy in the matter, for each of these articles has a known value, and +just as one of our coins can be changed, so you can get here change +for a gun or any other trade article.</p> +<p>The Kruboy much prefers being paid off in goods. I well remember +an exquisite scene between Captain --- and King Koffee of the Kru Coast +when the subject of engaging boys was being shouted over one voyage +out. The Captain at that time thought I was a W.W.T.A.A. and ostentatiously +wanted Koffee to let him pay off the boys he was engaging to work the +ship in money, and not in gin and gunpowder. King Koffee’s +face was a study. If Captain ---, whom he knew of old, had stood +on his head and turned bright blue all over with yellow spots, before +his eyes, it would not have been anything like such a shock to his Majesty. +“What for good him ting, Cappy?” he said, interrogation +and astonishment ringing in every word. “What for good him +ting for We country, Cappy? I suppose you gib gin, tobacco, gun +he be fit for trade, but money - ” Here his Majesty’s +feelings flew ahead of the Royal command of language, great as that +was, and he expectorated with profound feeling and expression. +Captain ---’s expressive countenance was the battle ground of +despair and grief at being thus forced to have anything to do with a +traffic unpopular in missionary circles. He however controlled +his feelings sufficiently to carefully arrange the due amount of each +article to be paid, and the affair was settled.</p> +<p>The somewhat cumbrous wage the Kruboy gets at the end of his term +of service, minus those things he has had on account and plus those +things he has “found,” is certainly a source of great worry +to our friend. He obtains a box from the carpenter of the factory, +or buys a tin one, and puts therein his tobacco and small things, and +then he buys a padlock and locks his box of treasure up, hanging the +key with his other ju-jus round his neck, and then he has peace regarding +this section of his belongings. Peace at present, for the day +must some time dawn when an experimental genius shall arise among his +fellow countrymen, who will try and see if one key will not open two +locks. When this possibility becomes known I can foresee nothing +for the Kruboy but nervous breakdown; for even now, with his mind at +rest regarding the things in his box, he lives in a state of constant +anxiety about those out of it, which have to lie on the deck during +the return voyage to his home. He has to keep a vigilant eye on +them by day, and sleep spread out over them by night, for fear of his +companions stealing them. Why he should take all this trouble +about his things on his voyage home I can’t make out, if what +is currently reported is true, that all the wages earned by the working +boys become the property of the Elders of his tribe when he returns +to them. I myself rather doubt if this is the case, but expect +there is a very heavy tax levied on them, for your Kruboy is very much +a married man, and the Elders of his tribe have to support and protect +his wives and families when he is away at work, and I should not wonder +if the law was that these said wives and families “revert to the +State” if the boy fails to return within something like his appointed +time. There must be something besides nostalgia to account for +the dreadful worry and apprehension shown by a detained Kruboy. +I am sure the tax is heavily taken in cloth, for the boys told me that +if it were made up into garments for themselves they did not have to +part with it on their return. Needless to say, this makes our +friend turn his attention to needlework during his return voyage and +many a time I have seen the main deck looking as if it had been taken +possession of by a demoniacal Dorcas working party.</p> +<p>Strangely little is known of the laws and language of these Krumen, +considering how close the association is between them and the whites. +This arises, I think, not from the difficulty of learning their language, +but from the ease and fluency with which they speak their version of +our own - Kru-English, or “trade English,” as it is called, +and it is therefore unnecessary for a hot and wearied white man to learn +“Kru mouth.” What particularly makes me think this +is the case is, that I have picked up a little of it, and I found that +I could make a Kruman understand what I was driving at with this and +my small stock of Bassa mouth and Timneh, on occasions when I wished +to say something to him I did not want generally understood. But +the main points regarding Krumen are well enough known by old Coasters +- their willingness to work if well fed, and their habit of engaging +for twelve-month terms of work and then returning to “We country.” +A trader who is satisfied with a boy gives him, when he leaves, a bit +of paper telling the captain of any vessel that he will pay the boy’s +passage to his factory again, when he is willing to come. The +period that a boy remains in his beloved “We country” seems +to be until his allowance of his own earnings is expended. One +can picture to one’s self some sad partings in that far-away dark +land. “My loves,” says the Kruboy to his families, +his voice heavy with tears, “I must go. There is no more +cloth, I have nothing between me and an easily shocked world but this +decayed filament of cotton.” And then his families weep +with him, or, what is more likely, but not so literary, expectorate +with emotion, and he tears himself away from them and comes on board +the passing steamer in the uniform of Gunga Din - “nothing much +before and rather less than half of that behind,” and goes down +Coast on the strength of the little bit of paper from his white master +which he has carefully treasured, and works like a nigger in the good +sense of the term for another spell, to earn more goods for his home-folk.</p> +<p>Those boys who are first starting on travelling to work, and those +without books, have no difficulty in getting passages on the steamers, +for a captain is glad to get as many on board as he can, being sure +to get their passage money and a premium for them, so great is the demand +for Kru labour. But even this help to working the West Coast has +been much interfered with of late years by the action of the French +Government in imposing a tax per head on all labourers leaving their +ports on the Ivory Coast. This tax, I believe, is now removed +or much reduced; but as for the Liberian Republic, it simply gets its +revenue in an utterly unjustifiable way out of taxing the Krumen who +ship as labourers. The Krumen are no property of theirs, and they +dare not interfere with them on shore; but owing to that little transaction +in the celebrated Rubber Monopoly, the Liberians became possessed of +some ready cash, which, with great foresight, they invested in two little +gun-boats which enabled them to enforce their tax on the Krumen in their +small canoes. I do not feel so sympathetic with the Krumen or +their employers in this matter as I should, for the Krumen are silly +hens not to go and wipe out Liberia on shore, and the white men are +silly hens not to - but I had better leave that opinion unexpressed.</p> +<p>The power of managing Kruboys is a great accomplishment for any one +working the West Coast. One man will get 20 per cent. more work +out of his staff, and always have them cheerful, fit, and ready; while +another will get very little out of the same set of men except vexation +to himself, and accidents to his goods; but this very necessary and +important factor in trade is not to be taught with ink. Some men +fall into the proper way of managing the boys very quickly, others may +have years of experience and yet fail to learn it. The rule is, +make them respect you, and make them like you, and then the thing is +done; but first dealing with the Kruboy, with all his good points, is +very trying work, and they give the new hand an awful time of it while +they are experimenting on him to see how far they can do him. +They do this very cleverly, but shortsightedly, <i>more Africano</i>, +for they spoil the tempers of half the white men whom they have to deal +with. It is not necessary to treat them brutally, in fact it does +not pay to do so, but it is necessary to treat them severely, to keep +a steady hand over them. Never let them become familiar, never +let them see you have made a mistake. When you make a mistake +in giving them an order let it be understood that that way of doing +a thing is a peculiarly artful dodge of your own, and if it fails, that +it is their fault. They will quite realise this if it is properly +managed. I speak from experience; for example, once, owing to +the superior sex being on its back with fever and sending its temperature +up with worrying about getting some ebony logs off to a bothering wretch +of a river steamer that must needs come yelling along for cargo just +then, I said, “You leave it to me, I’ll get it shipped all +right,” and proceeded, with the help of three Kruboys, to raft +that ebony off. I saw as soon as I had embarked on the affair, +from the Kruboys’ manner, I was down the wrong path, but how, +or why, I did not see until a neat arrangement of ebony billets tied +together with tie-tie was in the water. Then I saw that I had +constructed an excellent sounding apparatus for finding out the depth +of water in the river; and that ebony had an affinity for the bottom +of water, not for the top. The situation was a trying one and +the way the captain of the vessel kept dancing about his deck saying +things in a foreign tongue, but quite comprehensible, was distracting; +but I did not devote myself to giving him the information he asked for, +as to what <i>particular</i> kind of idiot I was, because he was neither +a mad doctor nor an ethnologist and had no right to the information; +but I put a raft on the line of a very light wood we had a big store +of, and this held up the ebony, and the current carried it down to the +steamer all right. Then we hauled the line home and sent him some +more on the patent plan, but, just to hurry up, you understand, and +not delay the ship, a deadly crime, <i>some</i> of that ebony went off +in a canoe and all ended happily, and the Kruboys regarded themselves +as having been the spectators of another manifestation of white intelligence. +In defence of the captain’s observations, I must say he could +not see me because I was deploying behind a woodstack; nevertheless, +I do not mean to say this method of shipping ebony is a good one. +I shall not try it again in a hurry, and the situation cannot be pulled +through unless you have, as Allah gave me, a very swift current; and +although, when the thing went well, I <i>did</i> say things from behind +the woodstack to the captain, I did not feel justified in accepting +his apologetic invitation to come on board and have a drink.</p> +<p>My experiences with Kruboys would, if written in full, make an excellent +manual for a new-comer, but they are too lengthy for this chapter. +My first experience with them on a small bush journey aged me very much; +and ever since I have shirked chaperoning Kruboys about the West African +bush among ticklish-tempered native gentlemen and their forward hussies +of wives.</p> +<p>I have always admired men for their strength, their courage, their +enterprise, their unceasing struggle for the beyond - the something +else, but not until I had to deal with Krumen did I realise the vastness +to which this latter characteristic of theirs could attain. One +might have been excused for thinking that a man without rates and taxes, +without pockets, and without the manifold, want-creating culture of +modern European civilisation and education would necessarily have been +bounded, to some extent, in his desires. But one would have been +wrong, profoundly wrong, in so thinking, for the Kruman yearns after, +and duns for, as many things for his body as the lamented Faustus did +for his soul, and away among the apes this interesting creature would +have to go, at once, if the wanting of little were a crucial test for +the determination of the family termed by the scientific world the Hominidæ. +Later, when I got to know the Krumen well, I learnt that they desired +not only the vast majority of the articles that they saw, but did more +- obtained them - at all events some of them, without asking me for +them; such commodities, for example, as fowls, palm wine, old tins and +bottles, and other gentlemen’s wives were never safe. One +of that first gang of boys showed self-help to such a remarkable degree +that I christened him Smiles. His name - You-be-d--d - being both +protracted and improper, called for change of some sort, but even this +brought no comfort to one still hampered with conventional ideas regarding +property, and frequent roll-calls were found necessary, so that the +crimes of my friend Smiles and his fellows might not accumulate to an +unmanageable extent.</p> +<p>This used to be the sort of thing - “Where them Nettlerash +lib?” “He lib for drunk, Massa.” “Where +them Smiles?” “He lib for town, for steal, Massa.” +“Where them Black Man Misery?” But I draw a veil over +the confessional, for there is simply no artistic reticence about your +Kruman when he is telling the truth, or otherwise, regarding a fellow +creature.</p> +<p>After accumulating with this gang enough experience to fill a hat +(remembering always “one of the worst things you can do in West +Africa is to worry yourself”) I bethought me of the advice I had +received from my cousin Rose Kingsley, who had successfully ridden through +Mexico when Mexico was having a rather worse revolution than usual, +“to always preserve a firm manner.” I thought I would +try this on those Kruboys and said “NO” in place of “I +wish you would not do that, please.” I can’t say it +was an immediate success. During this period we came across a +trader’s lonely store wherein he had a consignment of red parasols. +After these appalling objects the souls of my Krumen hungered with a +great desire. “NO,” said I, in my severest tone, and +after buying other things, we passed on. Imagine my horror, therefore, +hours afterwards and miles away, to find my precious crew had got a +red parasol apiece. Previous experience quite justified me in +thinking that these had been stolen; and I pictured to myself my Portuguese +friends, whose territory I was then in, commenting upon the incident, +and reviling me as another instance of how the brutal English go looting +through the land. I found, however, I was wrong, for the parasols +had been “dashed” my rapacious rascals “for top,” +and the last one connected with the affair who deserved pity was the +trader from whom I had believed them stolen. It was I, not he, +who suffered, for it was the wet season in West Africa and those red +parasols ran. To this day my scientific soul has never been able +to account for the vast body of crimson dye those miserable cotton things +poured out, plentifully drenching myself and their owners, the Kruboys, +and everything we associated with that day. I am quite prepared +to hear that some subsequent wanderer has found a red trail in Africa +itself like that one so often sees upon the maps. When they do, +I hereby claim that real red trail as mine.</p> +<p>I confess I like the African on the whole, a thing I never expected +to do when I went to the Coast with the idea that he was a degraded, +savage, cruel brute; but that is a trifling error you soon get rid of +when you know him. The Kruboy is decidedly the most likeable of +all Africans that I know. Wherein his charm lies is difficult +to describe, and you certainly want the patience of Job, and a conscience +made of stretching leather to deal with the Kruboy in the African climate, +and live. In his better manifestations he reminds me of that charming +personality, the Irish peasant, for though he lacks the sparkle, he +is full of humour, and is the laziest and the most industrious of mankind. +He lies and tells the truth in such a hopelessly uncertain manner that +you cannot rely on him for either. He is ungrateful and faithful +to the death, honest and thievish, all in one and the same specimen +of him.</p> +<p>Ingratitude is a crime laid very frequently to the score of all Africans, +but I think unfairly; certainly I have never had to complain of it, +and the Krumen often show gratitude for good treatment in a grand way. +The way those Kruboys of gallant Captain Lane helped him work Lagos +Bar and save lives by the dozen from the stranded ships on it and hauled +their “Massa” out from among the sharkey foam every time +he went into it, on the lifeboat upsetting, would have done credit to +Deal or Norfolk lifeboat men, but the secret of their devotion is their +personal attachment. They do not save people out of surf on abstract +moral principles. The African at large is not an enthusiast on +moral principles, and one and all they’ll let nature take its +course if they don’t feel keen on a man surviving.</p> +<p>Half the African’s ingratitude, although it may look very bad +on paper, is really not so very bad; for half the time you have been +asking him to be grateful to you for doing to, or giving him things +he does not care a row of pins about. I have quite his feelings, +for example, for half the things in civilised countries I am expected +to be glad to get. “Oh, how nice it must be to be able to +get about in cars, omnibuses and railway trains again!” +Is it? Well I don’t think so, and I do not feel glad over +it. Similarly, we will take an African case of ingratitude. +A white friend of mine put himself to an awful lot of trouble to save +the life of one of his sub-traders who had had an accident, and succeeded. +It had been the custom of the man’s wife to bring the trader little +presents of fowls, etc., from time to time, and some time after the +accident he met the lady and told her he had noticed a falling off in +her offerings and he thought her very ungrateful after what he had done +for her husband. She grunted and the next morning she brings in +as a present the most forlorn, skinny, one-and-a-half-feathered chicken +you ever laid eye on, and in answer to the trader’s comments she +said: “Massa, fo sure them der chicken no be ’ticularly +good chicken, but fo sure dem der man no be ’ticularly good man. +They go” (they match each other).</p> +<p>I have referred at great length to the Krumen because of their importance, +and also because they are the natives the white men have more to do +with as servants than any other; but methods of getting on with them +are not necessarily applicable to dealing with other forms of African +labourers, such as plantation hands in the Congo Français, Angola, +and Cameroon. In Cameroon the Germans are now using largely the +Batanga natives on the plantations; the Duallas, the great trading tribe +in Cameroon River, being too lazy to do any heavy work; and they have +also tried to import labourers from Togo Land, but this attempt was +not a success, ending in the revolt of 1894, which lost several white +lives. The public work is carried on, as it is in our own colonies, +by the criminals in the chain-gang. The Germans have had many +accusations hurled against them by people of their own nationality, +but on the whole these “atrocities” have been much exaggerated +and only half understood; and certainly have not amounted to anything +like the things that have gone on in the “philanthropic” +Congo Free State. The food given out by the German Government +is the best Government rations given on the whole West Coast. +When they have allowed me to have some of their native employés, +as when I was up Cameroon Mountain, for example, I bought rations from +the Government stores for them, and was much struck by the soundness +and good quality of both rice and beef, and the rations they gave out +to those Dahomeyans or Togolanders who revolted was so much more than +they could, or cared to eat, that they used to sell much of it to the +Duallas in Bell Town. This is not open to the criticism that the +stuff was too bad for the Togolanders to eat, as was once said to me +by a philanthropic German who had never been to the Coast, because the +Duallas are a rich tribe, perfectly free traders in the matter, able +to go to the river factories and buy provisions there had they wished +to, and so would not have bought the Government rations unless they +were worth having. The great point that has brought the Germans +into disrepute with the natives employed by them is their military spirit, +which gives rise to a desire to regulate everything; and that other +attribute of the military spirit, nagging. You should never nag +an African, it only makes him bothered and then sulky, and when he’s +sulky he’ll lie down and die to spite you. But in spite +of the Germans being over-given to this unpleasant habit of military +regularity and so on, the natives from the Kru Coast and from Bassa +and the French Ivory Coast return to them time after time for spells +of work, so there must be grave exaggeration regarding their bad treatment, +for these natives are perfectly free in the matter.</p> +<p>The French use Loango boys for factory hands, and these people are +very bright and intelligent, but as a M’pongwe, who knew them +well, said: “They are much too likely to be devils to be good +too much” and are undoubtedly given to poisoning, which is an +unpleasant habit in a house servant. Their military force are +composed of Senegalese Laptot, very fine, fierce fellows, superior, +I believe, as fighting men to our Hausas, and very devoted to, and well +treated by, their French officers.</p> +<p>That the Frenchman does not know how to push trade in his possessions, +the trade returns, with the balance all on the wrong side, clearly show; +still he does know how to get possession of Africa better than we do, +and this means he knows how to deal with the natives. The building +up of Congo Français, for example, has not cost one-third of +the human lives, black or white, that an equivalent quantity of Congo +Belge has, nor one-third of the expense of Uganda or Sierra Leone. +It is customary in England to dwell on the commercial failure, and deduce +from it the erroneous conclusion that France will soon leave it off +when she finds it does not pay. This is an error, because commercial +success - the making the thing pay - is not the French ideal in the +affair. It is our own, and I am the last person to say our ideal +is wrong; but it is not the French ideal, and I am the last person to +say France is wrong either. There may exist half a hundred or +more right reasons for doing anything, and the reasons France has for +her energetic policy in Africa are sound ones; for they are the employment +of her martial spirits where their activity will not endanger the State, +the stowing of these spirits in Paris having been found to be about +as advisable as stowing over-proof spirits and gunpowder in a living-room +with plenty of lighted lucifers blazing round; and her other reason +is the opportunity African enterprise affords for sound military training. +You will often hear in England regarding French annexation in Africa, +“Oh! let her have the deadly hole, and much good may it do her.” +France knows very well what good it will do her, and she will cheerfully +take all she is allowed to get quietly, as a sop for her quietness regarding +Egypt, and she will cheerfully fight you for the rest - small blame +to her. She knows Africa is a superb training ground for her officers. +Sham fights and autumn manoeuvres have a certain value in the formation +of a fighting army, but the whole of these parlour-games, put together +in a ten-year lump, are not to be compared to one month’s work +at real war, to fit an army for its real work, and France knows well +the real work will come again some day - not far off - for her army. +How soon it comes she little cares, for she has no ideal of Peace before +her, never has had, never will have, and the next time she tries conclusions +with one of us Teutonic nations, she will be armed with men who have +learned their trade well on the burning sands of Senegal, and they will +take a lot of beating. We do not require Africa as a training +ground for our army; India is as magnificent a military academy as any +nation requires; but we do require all the Africa we can get, West, +East, and South, for a market, and it is here we clash with France; +for France not only does not develop the trade of her colonies for her +own profit, but stamps trade at large out by her preferential tariffs, +etc.; so that we cannot go into her colonies and trade freely as she +and Germany can come into ours. We can go into her colonies and +do business with French goods, and this is done; but French goods are +not so suitable, from their make, nor capable of being sold at a sufficient +profit to make a big trade. But France throws few obstacles, if +any, in the matter of plantation enterprise. Still this enterprise +being so hampered by the dearth of good labour is not at the present +time highly remunerative in Africa.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>FOREIGN LABOUR. - Several important authorities have advocated the +importation of foreign labour into Africa. This seems to me to +be a fatal error, for several reasons. For one thing, experience +has by now fully demonstrated that the West Coast climate is bad for +men not native to it, whether those men be white, black, or yellow. +The United Presbyterian Mission who work in Old Calabar was founded +with the intention of inaugurating a mission which, after the white +men had established it, was to be carried on by educated Christian blacks +from Jamaica, where this mission had long been established and flourished. +But it was found that these men, although primarily Africans, had by +their deportation from Africa in the course, in some cases, of only +one generation, lost the power of resistance to the deadly malarial +climate their forefathers possessed, and so the mission is now carried +on by whites; not that these good people have a greater resistance to +the fever than the Jamaica Christians, but because they are more devoted +to the evangelisation of the African; and what black assistance they +receive comes, with the exception of Mrs. Fuller, from a few educated +Effiks of Calabar.</p> +<p>The Congo Free State have imported as labourers both West Indian +negroes - principally Barbadians - and Chinamen. In both cases +the mortality has been terrible - more than the white mortality, which +competent authorities put down for the Congo at 77 per cent., and the +experiment has therefore failed. It may be said that much of this +mortality has arisen from the way in which these labourers have been +treated in the Free State, but that this is not entirely the case is +demonstrated by the case of the Annamese in Congo Français, who +are well treated. These Annamese are the political prisoners arising +from the French occupation of Tong-kin; and the mortality among one +gang of 100 of them who were employed to make the path through swampy +ground from Glass to Libreville - a distance of two and a half miles +- was seventy, and this although the swamp was nothing particularly +bad as swamps go, and was swept by sea-air the whole way.</p> +<p>Even had the experiment of imported labour been successful for the +time being, I hold it would be a grave error to import labour into Africa. +For this reason, that Africa possesses in herself the most magnificent +mass of labour material in the whole world, and surely if her children +could build up, as they have, the prosperity and trade of the Americas, +she should, under proper guidance and good management, be able to build +up her own. But good guidance and proper management are the things +that are wanted - and are wanting. It is impossible to go into +this complicated question fully here, and I will merely ask unprejudiced +people who do not agree with me, whether they do not think that as so +much has been done with one African tribe, the Krumen - a tribe possessing +no material difference in make of mind or body from hundreds of other +tribes, but which have merely been trained by white men in a different +way from other tribes - that there is room for great hope in the native +labour supply? And would not a very hopeful outlook for West Africa +regarding the labour question be possible, if a <i>régime</i> +of common sense were substituted for our present one?</p> +<p>This is of course the missionary question - a question which I feel +it is hopeless to attempt to speak of without being gravely misunderstood, +and which I therefore would willingly shirk mentioning, but I am convinced +that the future of Africa is not to be dissociated from the future of +its natives by the importation of yellow races or Hindoos; and the missionary +question is not to be dissociated from the future of the African natives; +and so the subject must be touched on; and I preface my remarks by stating +that I have a profound personal esteem for several missionaries, naturally, +for it is impossible to know such men and women as Mr. and Mrs. Dennis +Kemp, of the Gold Coast, Mme. and M. Jacot, and Mme. and M. Forget, +and M. Gacon, and Dr. Nassau, of Gaboon, and many others without recognising +at once the beauty of their natures, and the nobility of their intentions. +Indeed, taken as a whole, the missionaries must be regarded as superbly +brave, noble-minded men who go and risk their own lives, and often those +of their wives and children, and definitely sacrifice their personal +comfort and safety to do what, from their point of view, is their simple +duty; but it is their methods of working that have produced in West +Africa the results which all truly interested in West Africa must deplore; +and one is bound to make an admission that goes against one’s +insular prejudice - that the Protestant English missionaries have had +most to do with rendering the African useless.</p> +<p>The bad effects that have arisen from their teaching have come primarily +from the failure of the missionary to recognise the difference between +the African and themselves as being a difference not of degree but of +kind. I am aware that they are supported in this idea by several +eminent ethnologists; but still there are a large number of anatomical +facts that point the other way, and a far larger number still relating +to mental attributes, and I feel certain that a black man is no more +an undeveloped white man than a rabbit is an undeveloped hare; and the +mental difference between the two races is very similar to that between +men and women among ourselves. A great woman, either mentally +or physically, will excel an indifferent man, but no woman ever equals +a really great man. The missionary to the African has done what +my father found them doing to the Polynesians - “regarding the +native minds as so many jugs only requiring to be emptied of the stuff +which is in them and refilled with the particular form of dogma he is +engaged in teaching, in order to make them the equals of the white races.” +This form of procedure works in very various ways. It eliminates +those parts of the native fetish that were a wholesome restraint on +the African. The children in the mission school are, be it granted, +better than the children outside it in some ways; they display great +aptitude for learning anything that comes in their way - but there is +a great difference between white and black children. The black +child is a very solemn thing. It comes into the world in large +quantities and looks upon it with its great sad eyes as if it were weighing +carefully the question whether or no it is a fit place for a respectable +soul to abide in. Four times in ten it decides that it is not, +and dies. If, however, it decides to stay, it passes between two +and three years in a grim and profound study - occasionally emitting +howls which end suddenly in a sob - whine it never does. At the +end of this period it takes to spoon food, walks about and makes itself +handy to its mother or goes into the mission school. If it remains +in the native state it has no toys of a frivolous nature, a little hoe +or a little calabash are considered better training; if it goes into +the school, it picks up, with astonishing rapidity, the lessons taught +it there - giving rise to hopes for its future which are only too frequently +disappointed in a few years’ time. It is not until he reaches +years of indiscretion that the African becomes joyful; but, when he +attains this age he always does cheer up considerably, and then, whatever +his previous training may have been, he takes to what Mr. Kipling calls +“boot” with great avidity - and of this he consumes an enormous +quantity. For the next sixteen years, barring accidents, he “rips”; +he rips carefully, terrified by his many fetish restrictions, if he +is a pagan; but if he is in that partially converted state you usually +find him in when trouble has been taken with his soul - then he rips +unrestrained.</p> +<p>It is most unfair to describe Africans in this state as “converted,” +either in missionary reports or in attacks on them. They are not +converted in the least. A really converted African is a very beautiful +form of Christian; but those Africans who are the chief mainstay of +missionary reports and who afford such material for the scoffer thereat, +have merely had the restraint of fear removed from their minds in the +mission schools without the greater restraint of love being put in its +place.</p> +<p>The missionary-made man is the curse of the Coast, and you find him +in European clothes and without, all the way down from Sierra Leone +to Loanda. The pagans despise him, the whites hate him, still +he thinks enough of himself to keep him comfortable. His conceit +is marvellous, nothing equals it except perhaps that of the individual +rife among us which the <i>Saturday Review</i> once aptly described +as “the suburban agnostic”; and the “missionary man” +is very much like the suburban agnostic in his religious method. +After a period of mission-school life he returns to his country-fashion, +and deals with the fetish connected with it very much in the same way +as the suburban agnostic deals with his religion, <i>i.e</i>. he removes +from it all the inconvenient portions. “Shouldn’t +wonder if there might be something in the idea of the immortality of +the soul, and a future Heaven, you know - but as for Hell, my dear sir, +that’s rank superstition, no one believes in it now, and as for +Sabbath-keeping and food-restrictions - what utter rubbish for enlightened +people!” So the backsliding African deals with his country-fashion +ideas: he eliminates from them the idea of immediate retribution, etc., +and keeps the polygamy and the dances, and all the lazy, hazy-minded +native ways. The education he has received at the mission school +in reading and writing fits him for a commercial career, and as every +African is a born trader he embarks on it, and there are pretty goings +on! On the West Coast he frequently sets up in business for himself; +on the South-West Coast he usually becomes a sub-trader to one of the +great English, French, or German firms. On both Coasts he gets +himself disliked, and brings down opprobrium on all black traders, expressed +in language more powerful than select. This wholesale denunciation +of black traders is unfair, because there are many perfectly straight +trading natives; still the majority are recruited from missionary school +failures, and are utterly bad.</p> +<p><i>“Post hoc non propter hoc”</i> is an excellent maxim, +but one that never seems to enter the missionary head down here. +Highly disgusted and pained at his pupils’ goings-on, but absolutely +convinced of the excellence of his own methods of instruction, and the +spiritual equality, irrespective of colour, of Christians; the missionary +rises up, and says things one can understand him saying about the bad +influence of the white traders; stating that they lure the pupils from +the fold to destruction. These things are nevertheless not true. +Then the white trader hears them, and gets his back up and says things +about the effect of missionary training on the African, which are true, +but harsh, because it is not the missionaries’ intent to turn +out skilful forgers, and unmitigated liars, although they practically +do so. My share when I drop in on this state of mutual recrimination +is to get myself into hot water with both parties. The missionary +thinks me misguided for regarding the African’s goings-on as part +of the make of the man, and the trader regards me as a soft-headed idiot +when I state that it is not the missionary’s individual blame +that a lamb recently acquired from the fold has gone down the primrose +path with the trust, or the rum. Shade of Sir John Falstaff! what +a life this is!</p> +<p>The two things to which the missionary himself ascribes his want +of success are polygamy and the liquor traffic. Now polygamy is, +like most other subjects, a difficult thing to form a just opinion on, +if before forming the opinion you make a careful study of the facts +bearing on the case. It is therefore advisable, if you wish to +produce an opinion generally acceptable in civilised circles, to follow +the usual recipe for making opinions - just take a prejudice of your +own, and fix it up with the so-called opinion of that class of people +who go in for that sort of prejudice too. I have got myself so +entangled with facts that I cannot follow this plan, and therefore am +compelled to think polygamy for the African is not an unmixed evil; +and that at the present culture-level of the African it is not to be +eradicated. This arises from two reasons; the first is that it +is perfectly impossible for one African woman to do the work of the +house, prepare the food, fetch water, cultivate the plantations, and +look after the children attributive to one man. She might do it +if she had the work in her of an English or Irish charwoman, but she +has not, and a whole villageful of African women do not do the work +in a week that one of these will do in a day. Then, too, the African +lady is quite indifferent as to what extent her good man may flirt with +other ladies so long only as he does not go and give them more cloth +and beads than he gives her; and the second reason for polygamy lies +in the custom well-known to ethnologists, and so widely diffused that +one might say it was constant throughout all African tribes, only there +are so many of them whose domestic relationships have not been carefully +observed.</p> +<p>As regards the drink traffic - no one seems inclined to speak the +truth about it in West Africa; and what I say I must be understood to +say only about West Africa, because I do not like to form opinions without +having had opportunities for personal observation, and the only part +of Africa I have had these opportunities in has been from Sierra Leone +to Angola; and the reports from South Africa show that an entirely different, +and a most unhealthy state of affairs exists there from its invasion +by mixed European nationalities, with individuals of a low type, greedy +for wealth. West African conditions are no more like South African +conditions than they are like Indian. The missionary party on +the whole have gravely exaggerated both the evil and the extent of the +liquor traffic in West Africa. I make an exception in favour of +the late superintendent of the Wesleyan mission on the Gold Coast, the +Rev. Dennis Kemp, who had enough courage and truth in him to stand up +at a public meeting in Liverpool, on July 2nd, 1896, and record it as +his opinion that, “the natives of the Gold Coast were remarkably +abstemious; but spirits were, ‘he believed,’ of no benefit +to the natives, and they would be better without them.” +I have quoted the whole of the remark, as it is never fair to quote +half a man says on any subject, but I do not agree with the latter half +of it, and the Gold Coast natives are not any more abstemious, if so +much so, as other tribes on the Coast. I have elsewhere <a name="citation493"></a><a href="#footnote493">{493}</a> +attempted to show that the drink-traffic is by no means the most important +factor in the mission failure on the West Coast, but that it has been +used in an unjustifiable way by the missionary party, because they know +the cry against alcohol is at present a popular one in England, and +it has also the advantage of making the subscribers at home regard the +African as an innocent creature who is led away by bad white men, and +therefore still more interesting and more worthy, and in more need of +subscriptions than ever. I should rather like to see the African +lady or gentleman who could be “led away” - all the leading +away I have seen on the Coast has been the other way about.</p> +<p>I do not say every missionary on the West Coast who makes untrue +statements on this subject is an original liar; he is usually only following +his leaders and repeating their observations without going into the +evidence around him; and the missionary public in England and Scotland +are largely to blame for their perpetual thirst for thrilling details +of the amount of Baptisms and Experiences among the people they pay +other people to risk their lives to convert, or for thrilling details +of the difficulties these said emissaries have to contend with. +As for the general public who swallow the statements, I think they are +prone, from the evidence of the evils they see round them directly arising +from drink, to accept as true - without bothering themselves with calm +investigation - statements of a like effect regarding other people. +I have no hesitation in saying that in the whole of West Africa, in +one week, there is not one-quarter the amount of drunkenness you can +see any Saturday night you choose in a couple of hours in the Vauxhall +Road; and you will not find in a whole year’s investigation on +the Coast, one-seventieth part of the evil, degradation, and premature +decay you can see any afternoon you choose to take a walk in the more +densely-populated parts of any of our own towns. I own the whole +affair is no business of mine; for I have no financial interest in the +liquor traffic whatsoever. But I hate the preying upon emotional +sympathy by misrepresentation, and I grieve to see thousands of pounds +wasted that are bitterly needed by our own cold, starving poor. +I do not regard the money as wasted because it goes to the African, +but because such an immense percentage of it does no good and much harm +to him.</p> +<p>It is customary to refer to the spirit sent out to West Africa as +“poisonous” and as raw alcohol. It is neither. +I give an analysis of a bottle of Van Hoytima’s trade-gin, which +I obtained to satisfy my own curiosity on the point.</p> +<p> “ANALYSIS +OF SAMPLE OF TRADE-GIN.</p> +<p> “With reference to the bottle +of the above I have the honour to report as follows: -</p> +<pre> It contains - Per cent.<br /> Absolute alcohol . . . . . 39.35<br /> Acidity expressed as acetic acid . 0.0068<br /> Ethers expressed as acetic acid . 0.021<br /> Aldehydes. . . . Present in small quantity.<br /> Furfural . . . . Ditto ditto<br /> Higher alcohols . . Ditto ditto</pre> +<p>“The only alcohol that can be estimated quantitatively is Ethyl +Alcohol.</p> +<p>“There is no methyl, and the higher alcohols, as shown by Savalie’s +method, only exist in traces. The spirit is flavoured by more +than one essential oil, and apparently oil of juniper is one of these +oils.</p> +<p>“The liquid contains no sugar, and leaves but a small extract. +In my opinion the liquid essentially consists of a pure distilled spirit +flavoured with essential oils.</p> +<p>“Of course no attempt to identify these oils in the quantity +sent, viz., 632 c.c. (one bottle) was made. The ethers are returned +as ethyl acetate, but from fractional distillation amyl acetate was +found to be present.</p> +<p> “I +have the honour to be, etc.,<br /> (Signed) + “G. H. ROBERTSON.<br /> “Fellow +of the Chemical Society,<br /> “Associate +of the Institute of Chemistry.”</p> +<p>In a subsequent letter Mr. Robertson observed that he had been “assisted +in making the above analysis by an expert in the chemistry of alcohols, +who said that the present sample differed in no material particulars +from, and was neither more nor less deleterious to health than, gin +purchased in different parts of London and submitted to analysis.”</p> +<p>In addition to this analysis I have also one of Messrs. Peters’ +gin, equally satisfactory, and as Van Hoytima and Peters are the two +great suppliers of the gin that goes to West Africa, I think the above +is an answer to the “poison” statements, and should be sufficient +evidence against it for all people who are not themselves absolute teetotalers. +Absolute teetotalers are definite-minded people, and one respects them +more than one does those who do not hold with teetotalism for themselves, +but think it a good thing for other people, and moreover it is of no +use arguing with them because they say all alcohol is poison, and won’t +appreciate any evidence to the contrary, so “palaver done set”; +but a large majority of those who attack, or believe in the rectitude +of the attack on, the African liquor traffic are not teetotalers and +so should be capable of forming a just opinion.</p> +<p>My personal knowledge of the district where most of the liquor goes +in - the Oil Rivers - has been gained in Duke Town, Old Calabar. +I have been there four separate times, and last year stayed there continuously +for some months during a period in which if Duke Town had felt inclined +to go on the bust, it certainly could have done so; for the police and +most of the Government officials were away at Brass in consequence of +the Akassa palaver, and those few who were left behind and the white +traders were down with an epidemic of malarial typhoid. But Duke +Town did nothing of the kind. I used to be down in the heart of +the town, at Eyambas market by Prince Archebongs’s house, night +after night alone, watching the devil-makings that were going on there, +and the amount of drunkenness I saw was exceedingly small. I did +the same thing at the adjacent town of Qwa. My knowledge of Bonny, +Bell, and Akkwa towns, Libreville, Lembarene, Kabinda, Boma, Banana, +Nkoi, Loanda, etc., is extensive and peculiar, and I have spent hours +in them when the whole of the missionary and Government people have +been safe in their distant houses; so had the evils of the liquor traffic +been anything like half what it is made out to be I must have come across +it in appalling forms, and I have not.</p> +<p>The figures of the case I will not here quote because they are easily +obtainable from Government reports by any one interested in the matter. +I regard their value as being small unless combined with a knowledge +of the West Coast trade. The liquor goes in at a few ports on +the West Coast, and into the hands of those tribes who act as middlemen +between the white trader and the interior trade-stuff-producing tribes; +and is thereby diffused over an enormous extent of thickly inhabited +country. We English are directly in touch with none of the interior +trade - save in the territory of the Royal Niger Company, and the Delta +tribes with whom we deal in the Oil Rivers subsist on this trade between +the interior and the Coast, and they prefer to use spirits as a buying +medium because they get the highest percentage of profit from it, and +the lowest percentage of loss by damage when dealing with it. +It does not get spoilt by damp, like tobacco and cloth do; indeed, in +addition to the amount of moisture supplied by their reeking climate, +they superadd a large quantity of river water to the spirit before it +leaves their hands, while with the other articles of trade it is one +perpetual grind to keep them free from moisture and mildew. In +their Coast towns there are immense stores of gin in cases, which they +would as soon think of drinking themselves as we, if we were butchers, +would think of eating up the stock in the shop. A certain percentage +of spirit is consumed in the Delta, and if spirits are wanted anywhere +they are wanted in the Niger Delta region; and about one-eighth part +of that used here is used for fetish-worship, poured out on the ground +and mixed with other things to hang in bottles over fish-traps, and +so on to make residences for guardian spirits who are expected to come +and take up their abode in them. Spirits to the spirits, on the +sweets to the sweet principle is universal in West Africa; and those +photographs you are often shown of dead chiefs’ graves with bottles +on them merely demonstrate that the deceased was taking down with him +a little liquor for his own use in the under-world - which he holds +to be possessed of a chilly and damp climate - and a little over to +give a propitiatory peg to one of the ruling authorities there - or +any old friend he may come across in the Elysian fields. This +is possibly a misguided heathen thing of him to do, and it is generally +held in European circles that the under-world such an individual as +he will go to is neither damp, nor chilly. But granting this, +no one can contest but that the world he spends his life here in is +damp, and that the natives of the Niger Delta live in a saturated forest +swamp region that reeks with malaria. Their damp mud-walled houses +frequently flooded, they themselves spend the greater part of their +time dabbling about in the stinking mangrove swamps, and then, for five +months in the year, they are wrapped in the almost continuous torrential +downpour of the West African wet season, followed in the Delta by the +so-called “dry” season, with its thick morning and evening +mists, and the air rarely above dew-point. Then their food is +of poor quality and insufficient quantity, and in districts near the +coast noticeably deficient in meat of any kind. I think the desire +for spirits and tobacco, given these conditions, is quite reasonable, +and that when they are taken in moderation, as they usually are, they +are anything but deleterious. The African himself has not a shadow +of a doubt on the point, and some form of alcohol he will have. +When he cannot get white man’s spirit - <i>min makara</i>, as +he calls it in Calabar - he takes black man’s spirit <i>min effik</i>. +This is palm wine, and although it has escaped the abuse heaped on rum +and gin, it is worse for the native than either of the others, for he +has to drink a disgusting quantity of it, because from the palm wine +he does not get the stimulating effect quickly as from gin or rum, and +the enormous quantity consumed at one sitting will distribute its effects +over a week. You can always tell whether a native has had a glass +too much rum, or half a gallon or so too much palm wine; the first he +soon recovers from, while the palm wine keeps him a disgusting nuisance +for days, and the constitutional effects of it are worse, for it produces +a definite type of renal disease which, if it does not cut short the +life of the sufferer in a paroxysm, kills him gradually with dropsy. +There is another native drink which works a bitter woe on the African +in the form of intoxication combined with a brilliant bilious attack. +It is made from honey flavoured with the bark of a certain tree, and +as it is very popular I had better not spread it further by giving the +recipe. The imported gin keeps the African off these abominations +which he has to derange his internal works with before he gets the stimulus +that enables him to resist this vile climate; particularly will it keep +him from his worst intoxicant lhiamba (<i>Cannabis sativa</i>), a plant +which grows wild on the South-West Coast and on the West for all I know, +as well as the African or bowstring hemp (<i>Sanseviera guiniensis</i>). +The plant that produces the lhiamba is a nettle-like plant growing six +to ten feet high, and the natives collect the tops of the stems, with +the seed on, in little bundles and dry them. It is evidently the +seeds which are regarded by them as being the important part, although +they do not collect these separately; but you hear great rows among +them when buying and selling a little bundle, on the point of the seeds +being shaken out, “Chi! Chi! Chi!” says A., “this +is worthless, there are no seeds.” “Ai, Ai,” +says B., “never were there so many seeds in a bunch of lhiamba,” +etc. It is used smoked, like the ganja of India, not like the +preparation bhang, and the way the Africans in the Congo used it was +a very quaint one. They would hollow out a little hole in the +ground, making a little dome over it; then in went a few hemp-tops; +and on to them a few stones made red hot in a fire. Then the dome +was closed up and a reed stuck through it. Then one man after +another would go and draw up into his lungs as much smoke as he could +with one prolonged deep inspiration; and then go apart and cough in +a hard, hacking distressing way for ten minutes at a time, and then +back to the reed for another pull. In addition to the worry of +hearing their coughs, the lhiamba gives you trouble with the men, for +it spoils their tempers, making them moody and fractious, and prone +to quarrel with each other; and when they get an excessive dose of it +their society is more terrifying than tolerable. I once came across +three men who had got into this state and a fourth man who had not, +but was of the party. They fought with him, and broke his head, +and then we proceeded on our way, one gentleman taking flying leaps +at some places, climbing up trees now and again, and embedding himself +in the bush alongside the path “because of the pools of moving +blood on it.” (“If they had not kept moving,” +he said as he sat where he fell - “he could have managed it”) +- the others having grand times with various creatures, which, judging +from their description of them, I was truly thankful were not there. +The men’s state of mind, however, soon cleared; and I must say +this was the only time I came across this lhiamba giving such strong +effects; usually the men just cough with that racking cough that lets +you know what they have been up to, and quarrel for a short time. +When, however, a whiff of lhiamba is taken by them in the morning before +starting on a march, the effect seems to be good, enabling them to get +over the ground easily and to endure a long march without being exhausted. +But a small tot of rum is better for them by far. Many other intoxicants +made from bush are known to and used by the witch doctors.</p> +<p>You may say: - Well! if it is not the polygamy and not the drink +that makes the West African as useless as he now is as a developer, +or a means of developing the country, what is it? In my opinion, +it is the sort of instruction he has received, not that this instruction +is necessarily bad in itself, but bad from being unsuited to the sort +of man to whom it has been given. It has the tendency to develop +his emotionalism, his sloth, and his vanity, and it has no tendency +to develop those parts of his character which are in a rudimentary state +and much want it; thereby throwing the whole character of the man out +of gear.</p> +<p>The great inferiority of the African to the European lies in the +matter of mechanical idea. I own I regard not only the African, +but all coloured races, as inferior - inferior in kind not in degree +- to the white races, although I know it is unscientific to lump all +Africans together and then generalise over them, because the difference +between various tribes is very great. But nevertheless there are +certain constant quantities in their character, let the tribe be what +it may, that enable us to do this for practical purposes, making merely +the distinction between Negroes and Bantu, and on the subject of this +division I may remark that the Negro is superior to the Bantu. +He is both physically and intellectually the more powerful man, and +although he does not christianise well, he does often civilise well. +The native officials cited by Mr. Hodgson in his letter to the <i>Times</i> +of January 4, 1895, as having satisfactorily carried on all the postal +and the governmental printing work of the Gold Coast Colony, as well +as all the subordinate custom-house officials in the Niger Coast Protectorate +- in fact I may say all of them in the whole of the British possessions +on the West Coast - are educated Negroes. I am aware that all +sea-captains regard this latter class as poisonous nuisances, but then +every properly constituted sea-captain regards custom-house officials, +let their colour be what it may, as poisonous nuisances anywhere. +In addition to these, you will find, notably in Lagos, excellent pure-blooded +Negroes in European clothes, and with European culture. The best +men among these are lawyers, doctors, and merchants, and I have known +many ladies of Africa who have risen to an equal culture level with +their lords. On the West African seaboard you do not find the +Bantu equally advanced, except among the M’pongwe, and I am persuaded +that this tribe is not pure Bantu but of Negro origin. The educated +blacks that are not M’pongwe on the Bantu coast (from Cameroons +to Benguela), you will find are Negroes, who have gone down there to +make money, but this class of African is the clerk class, and we are +now concerned with the labourer. The African’s own way of +doing anything mechanical is the simplest way, not the easiest, certainly +not the quickest: he has all the chuckle-headedness of that overrated +creature the ant, for his head never saves his heels. Watch a +gang of boat-boys getting a surf boat down a sandy beach. They +turn it broadside on to the direction in which they wish it to go, and +then turn it bodily over and over, with structure-straining bumps to +the boat, and any amount of advice and recriminatory observations to +each other. Unless under white direction they will not make a +slip, nor will they put rollers under her. Watch again a gang +of natives trying to get a log of timber down into the river from the +bank, and you will see the same sort of thing - no idea of a lever, +or any thing of that sort - and remember that, unless under white direction, +the African has never made an even fourteenth-rate piece of cloth or +pottery, or a machine, tool, picture, sculpture, and that he has never +even risen to the level of picture-writing. I am aware of his +ingenious devices for transmitting messages, such as the cowrie shells, +strung diversely on strings, in use among the Yoruba, but even these +do not equal the picture-writing of the South American Indians, nor +the picture the Red Indian does on a raw elk hide; they are far and +away inferior to the graphic sporting sketches left us of mammoth hunts +by the prehistoric cave men.</p> +<p>This absence of mechanical aptitude is very interesting, though it +most likely has the very simple underlying reason that the conditions +under which the African has been living have been such as to make no +call for a higher mechanical culture. In his native state he does +not want to get heavy surf-boats into the sea; his own light dug-out +is easily slid down, he does not want to cut down heavy timber trees, +and get them into the river, and so on; but this state is now getting +disturbed by the influx of white enterprise, and not only disturbed, +but destroyed, and so he must alter his ways or there will be grave +trouble; but it is encouraging to remark that the African is almost +as teachable and as willing to learn handicrafts as he is to assimilate +other things, provided his mind has not been poisoned by fallacious +ideas, and the results already obtained from the Krumen and the Accras +are good. The Accras are not such good workmen as they might be, +because they are to a certain extent spoilt by getting, owing to the +dearth of labour, higher wages and more toleration for indifferent bits +of work than they deserve, or their work is worth; but they have not +yet fallen under that deadly spell worked by so many of the white men +on so many of the black - the idea that it is the correct and proper +thing not to work with your own hands but to get some underling to do +all that sort of thing for you, while you read and write. This +false ideal formed by the native from his empirical observations of +some of the white men around him, has been the cause of great mischief. +He sees the white man is his ruling man, rich, powerful, and honoured, +and so he imitates him, and goes to the mission-school classes to read +and write, and as soon as an African learns to read and write he turns +into a clerk. Now there is no immediate use for clerks in Africa, +certainly no room for further development in this line of goods. +What Africa wants at present, and will want for the next 200 years at +least, are workers, planters, plantation hands, miners, and seamen; +and there are no schools in Africa to teach these things or the doctrine +of the nobility of labour save the technical mission-schools. +Almost every mission on the Coast has now a technical school just started +or having collections made at home to start one; but in the majority +of these crafts such as bookbinding, printing, tailoring, etc., are +being taught which are not at present wanted. Still any technical +school is better than none, and apart from lay considerations, is of +great religious value to the mission indirectly, for there are many +instances in mission annals of a missionary receiving great encouragement +from the natives when he first starts in a district. At first +the converts flock in, get baptised in batches, go to church, attend +school, and adopt European clothes with an alacrity and enthusiasm that +frequently turns their devoted pastor’s head, but after the lapse +of a few months their conduct is enough to break his heart. Dressing +up in European clothes amuses the ladies and some of the young men for +a long time, in some cases permanently, but the older men and the bolder +youths soon get bored, and when an African is bored - and he easily +is so - he goes utterly to the bad. It is in these places that +an industrial mission would be so valuable to the spiritual cause, for +by employing and amusing the largely preponderating lower faculties +of the African’s mind, it would give the higher faculties time +to develop. I have frequently been told when advocating technical +instruction, that there are objections against it from spiritual standpoints, +which, as my own views do not enable me to understand them, I will not +enter into. Also several authorities, not mission authorities +alone, state with ethnologists that the African is incapable of learning, +except during the period of childhood.</p> +<p>Prof A. H. Keane says - “their inherent mental inferiority, +almost more marked than their physical characters, depends on physiological +causes by which the intellectual faculties seem to be arrested before +attaining their normal development”; and further on, “We +must necessarily infer that the development of the negro and white proceeds +on different lines. While with the latter the volume of the brain +grows with the expansion of the brain-pan; in the former the growth +of the brain is on the contrary arrested by the premature closing of +the cranial sutures, and lateral pressure of the frontal bone.” +<a name="citation504"></a><a href="#footnote504">{504}</a> You +will frequently meet with the statement that the negro child is as intelligent, +or more so, than the white child, but that as soon as it passes beyond +childhood it makes no further mental advance. Burton says: “His +mental development is arrested, and thenceforth he grows backwards instead +of forwards.” Now it is nervous work contradicting these +statements, but with all due respect to the makers of them I must do +so, and I have the comfort of knowing that many men with a larger personal +experience of the African than these authorities have, agree with me, +although at the same time we utterly disclaim holding the opinion that +the African is a man and a brother. A man he is, but not of the +same species; and his cranial sutures do, I agree, close early; indeed +I have seen them almost obliterated in skulls of men who have died quite +young; but I think most anthropologists are nowadays beginning to see +that the immense value they a few years since set upon skull measurements +and cranial capacity, etc., has been excessive and not to have so great +a bearing on the intelligence as they thought. There has been +an enormous amount of material carefully collected, mainly by Frenchmen, +on craniology, which is exceedingly interesting, but full of difficulty, +and giving very diverse indications. Take the weights of brain +given by Topinard: -</p> +<pre> 1 Annamite . . . . 1233 grammes<br /> 7 African negroes . . 1238 “<br /> 8 African negroes . . 1289 “<br /> 1 Hottentot . . . . 1417 “</pre> +<p>and I think you will see for practical purposes such considerations +as weight of brain, or closure of sutures, etc., are negligible, and +so we need not get paralysed with respect for “physiological causes.” +Moreover I may remark that the top-weight, the Hottentot, was a lady, +and that M. Broca weighed one negro’s brain which scaled 1,500 +grammes, while 105 English and Scotchmen only gave an average of 1,427.</p> +<p>So I think we may make our minds easy on the safety of sticking to +outside facts, and say that after all it does not much affect the question +of capacity for industrial training in the African if he does choose +to close up the top of his head early, and that the whole attempt to +make out that the African is a child-form, “an arrested development,” +is - well, not supported by facts. The very comparison between +white and black children’s intelligence to the disadvantage of +the former is all wrong. The white child is not his inferior; +he is not so quick in picking up parlour tricks; but then where are +either of the children at that alongside a French poodle? What +happens to the African from my observations is just what happens to +the European, namely, when he passes out of childhood, he goes into +a period of hobbledehoyhood. During this period, his skull might +just as well be filled inside with wool as covered outside with it. +But after a time, during which he has succeeded in distracting and discouraging +the white men who hoped so much of him when he was a child, his mind +clears up again and goes ahead all right. It is utter rubbish +to say “You cannot teach an adult African,” and that “he +grows backwards”; for even without white interference he gets +more and more cunning as the time goes on. Does any one who knows +them feel inclined to tell me that those old palm-oil chiefs have not +learnt a thing or two during their lives? or that a well-matured bush +trader has not? Go down to West Africa yourself, if you doubt +this, and carry on a series of experiments with them in subjects they +know of - trade subjects - try and get the best of a whole series of +matured adults, male or female, and I can promise you you will return +a wiser and a poorer man, but with a joyful heart regarding the capacity +of the African to grow up. Whether he does this by adding convolutions +or piling on his gray matter we will leave for the present. All +that I wish to urge regarding the African at large is that he has been +mismanaged of late years by the white races. The study of this +question is a very interesting one, but I have no space to enter into +it here in detail. In my opinion - I say my own, I beg you to +remark, only when I am uttering heresy - this mismanagement has been +a by-product of the wave of hysterical emotionalism that has run through +white culture and for which I have an instinctive hatred.</p> +<p>I have briefly pointed out the evil worked by misdirected missionary +effort on the native mind, but it is not the missionary alone that is +doing harm. The Government does nearly as much. Whether +it does this because of the fear of Exeter Hall as representing a big +voting interest, or whether just from the tendency to get everything +into the hands of a Council, or an Office, to be everlastingly nagging +and legislating and inspecting, matters little; the result is bad, and +it fills me with the greatest admiration for my country to see how in +spite of this she keeps the lead. That she will always keep it +I believe, because I believe that it is impossible that this phase of +emotionalism - no, it is not hypocrisy, my French friends, it is only +a sort of fit - will last, and we shall soon be back in our clear senses +again and say to the world, “We do this thing because we think +it is right; because we think it is best for those we do it to and for +ourselves, not because of the wickedness of war, the brotherhood of +man, or any other notion bred of fear.”</p> +<p>The way in which the present ideas acting through the Government +do harm in Africa are many. English Government officials have +very little and very poor encouragement given them if they push inland +and attempt to enlarge the sphere of influence, which their knowledge +of local conditions teaches them requires enlarging, because the authorities +at home are afraid other nations will say we are rapacious landgrabbers. +Well, we always have been, and they will say it anyhow; and where after +all is the harm in it? We have acted in unison with the nations +who for good sound reasons of their own have cut down Portuguese possessions +in Africa because we were afraid of being thought to support a nation +who went in for slavery. I always admire a good move in a game +or a brilliant bit of strategy, and that was a beauty; and on our head +now lie the affairs of the Congo Free State, while France and Germany +smile sweetly, knowing that these affairs will soon be such that they +will be able to step in and divide that territory up between themselves +without a stain on their character - in the interests of humanity - +the whole of that rich region, which by the name of Livingstone, Speke, +Grant, Burton, and Cameron, should now be ours.</p> +<p>Then again in commercial competition our attitude seems to me very +lacking in dignity. We are now just beginning to know it is a +fight, and this commercial war has been going on since 1880 - since, +in fact, France and Germany have recovered from their war of 1870.</p> +<p>And if we are to carry on this commercial war with any hope of success, +we must abandon our “Oh! that’s not fair; I won’t +play” attitude - and above all we must have no more Government +restrictions on our foreign trade. In West Africa governmental +restriction settles, like dew in autumn, on the liquor traffic. +It is a case of give a dog a bad name and hang him. Moreover, +raising the import dues on liquor may bring into the Government a good +revenue; but it is a short-sighted policy - for the liquor is the thing +there is the best market for in West Africa. The natives have +no enthusiasm about cotton-goods, as they seem from some accounts to +have in East Central, and the supply of them they now get, and get cheap +and good, is as much as they require. And if the question of the +abstract morality of introducing clothes, or introducing liquor, to +native races, were fairly gone into, the results would be interesting +- for clothing native races in European clothes works badly for them +and kills them off. Indeed the whole of this question of trade +with the lower races is full of curious and unexpected points. +Speaking at large, the introduction of European culture - governmental, +religious, or mercantile - has a destructive action on all the lower +races; many of them the governmental and religious sections have stamped +right out; but trade has never stamped a race out when dissociated from +the other two, and it certainly has had no bad effect in tropical Africa. +With regard to the liquor traffic, try and put yourself in the West +African’s place. Imagine, for example, that you want a pair +of boots. You go into a shop, prepared to pay for them, but the +man who keeps the shop says, “My good friend, you must not have +boots, they are immoral. You can have a tin of sardines, or a +pocket-handkerchief, they are much better for you.” Would +you take the sardines or the pocket-handkerchiefs? more particularly +would you feel inclined to take them instead of your desired boots if +you knew there was a shop in a neighbouring street where boots are to +be had? And there is a neighbouring shop-street to all our West +Coast possessions which is in the hands of either France or Germany.</p> +<p>I do not for a moment deny that the liquor traffic requires regulation, +but it requires more regulation in Europe than it does in Africa, because +Europe is more given to intoxication. In Africa all that is wanted +is that the spirit sent in should be wholesome, and not sold at a strength +over 45° below proof. These requirements are fairly well fulfilled +already on the West Coast, and I can see no reason for any further restriction +or additional impost. If further restrictions in the sale of it +are wanted, it is not for interior trade where the natives are not given +to excess, but in the larger Coast towns, where there is a body of natives +who are the <i>débris</i> of the disintegrating process of white +culture. But even in those towns like Sierra Leone and Lagos these +men are a very small percentage of the population. <a name="citation508"></a><a href="#footnote508">{508}</a> +If things are even made no worse for him than they are at present, the +English trader may be trusted to hold the greater part of the trade +of West Africa for the benefit of the English manufacturers; if he is +more heavily hampered, the English trade will die out, the English trader +remain, because he is the best trader with the natives; but it will +be small profit to the English manufacturers because the trader will +be dealing in foreign-made stuff, as he is now in the possessions of +France and Germany. English manufacturers, I may remark, have +succeeded in turning out the cloth goods best suited for the African +markets, but there has of late years been an increase in the quantity +of other goods made by foreigners used in the West Coast trade. +The imports from France and Germany and the United States to the Gold +Coast for 1894 (published 1896) were £217,388 0s. 1d., the exports +£212,320 1s. 3d.; and the Consular Report (158) for the Gold Coast +says that while the trade with the United Kingdom has increased from +£1,054,336 17s. 6d. in 1893 to £1,190,532 1s. 3d in 1894, +or roughly 13 per cent., the trade with foreign countries has increased +upwards of 22 per cent., namely, from £350,387 3s. 5d to £429,708 +1s. 4d. In the Lagos Consular Report (No. 150) similar comparative +statistics are not given, but the increase at that place is probably +greater than on the Gold Coast, as a heavy percentage of the Lagos trade +goes through the hands of two German firms; but this increase in foreign +trade in our colonies seems to be even greater in other parts of Africa, +for in a Foreign Office Report from Mozambique it is stated, regarding +Cape Colony, that “while British imports show an otherwise satisfactory +increase, German trade has more than trebled.” <a name="citation509"></a><a href="#footnote509">{509}</a></p> +<p>There is a certain school of philanthropists in Europe who say that +it is not advisable to spread white trade in Africa, that the native +is provided by the Bountiful Earth with all that he really requires, +and that therefore he should be allowed to live his simple life, and +not be compelled or urged to work for the white man’s gain. +I have a sneaking sympathy with these good people, because I like the +African in his bush state best; and one can understand any truly human +being being horrified at the extinction of native races in the Polynesian, +Melanesian, and American regions. But still their view is full +of error as regards Africa, for one thing I am glad to say the African +does not die off as do those weaker races under white control, but increases; +and herein lies the impossibility of accepting this plan as within the +sphere of practical politics, most certainly in regard to all districts +under white control, for the Bountiful Earth does not amount to much +in Africa with native methods of agriculture. It sufficed when +a percentage of the population were shipped to America as slaves; now +it suffices only to help to keep the natives in their low state of culture +- a state that is only kept up even to its present level by trade. +The condition of the African native will be a very dreadful one if this +trade is not maintained; indeed, I may say if it is not increased proportionately +to the increase of white Government control - for this governmental +control does many things that are good in themselves, and glorious on +paper. It prevents the export slave trade; it suppresses human +sacrifice; it stops internecine war among the natives - in short, it +does everything save suppress the terrible infant mortality (why it +does not do this I need not discuss) to increase the native population, +without in itself doing anything to increase the means of supporting +this population; nay, it even wants to decrease these by importing Asiatics +to do its work, in making roads, etc.</p> +<p>It may be said there is no fear of the trade, which keeps the native, +disappearing from the West Coast, but it is well to remember that the +stuff that this trade is dependent on, the stuff brought into the traders’ +factory by the native, is mainly - indeed, save for the South-West Coast +coffee and cacao, we may say, entirely - bush stuff, uncultivated, merely +collected and roughly prepared, and it is so wastefully collected by +the native that it cannot last indefinitely. Take rubber, for +example, one of the main exports. Owing to the wasteful methods +employed in its collection it gets stamped out of districts. The +trade in it starts on a bit of coast; for some years so rich is the +supply, that it can be collected almost at the native’s back door, +but owing to his cutting down the vine, he clears it off, and every +year he has to go further and further afield for a load. But his +ability to go further than a certain point is prevented by the savage +interior tribes not under white control; and also on its paying him +to go on these long journeys, for the price at home takes little notice +of his difficulties because of the more carefully collected supply of +rubber sent into the home markets by South America and India; therefore +the native loses, and when he has cleared the districts reachable by +him, the trade is finished there, and he has no longer the wherewithal +to buy those things which in the days of his prosperity he has acquired +a taste for. The Oil Rivers, which send out the greatest quantity +of trade on the West Coast possessions, subsist entirely on palm oil +for it. Were anything to happen to the oil palms in the way of +blight, or were a cheap substitute to be found for palm oil at home, +the population of the Oil Rivers, even at its present density, would +starve. The development of trade is a necessary condition for +the existence of the natives, and the discovery of products in the forests +that will be marketable in Europe, and the making of plantations whose +products will help to take the place of those he so recklessly now destroys, +will give him a safer future than can any amount of abolitions of domestic +slavery, or institutions of trial by jury, etc. If white control +advances and plantations are not made and trade with the interior is +not expanded, the condition of the West African will be a very wretched +one, far worse than it was before the export slave-trade was suppressed. +In the more healthy districts the population will increase to a state +of congestion and will starve. The Coast region’s malaria +will always keep the black, as well as the white, population thinned +down, but if deserted by the trader, and left to the Government official +and the missionary, without any longer the incentive of trade to make +the native exert himself, or the resulting comforts which assist him +in resisting the climate, which the trade now enables him to procure, +the Coast native will sink, <i>viâ</i> vice and degradation, to +extinction, and most likely have this process made all the more rapid +and unpleasant for him by incursions of the wild tribes from the congested +interior.</p> +<p>I do not cite this as an immediate future for the West African, but +“a little more and how much it is, a little less and how far away.” +Remember human beings are under the same rule as other creatures; if +you destroy the things that prey on them, they are liable to overswarm +the food-producing power of their locality. It may be said this +is not the case; look at the Polynesians, the South American Indians, +and so on. You may look at them as much as you choose, but what +you see there will not enable you to judge the African. The African +does not fade away like a flower before the white man - not in the least. +Look at the increase of the native in the Cape territory; look at what +he has stood on the West Coast. Christopher Columbus visited him +before he discovered the American Indians. Whaling captains, and +seamen of all sorts and nationalities have dropped in on him “frequent +and free.” He has absorbed all sorts of doctrine from religious +sects; cotton goods, patent medicines, foreign spirits, and - as the +man who draws up the Lagos Annual Colonial Report poetically observes +- twine, whisky, wine, and woollen goods. Yet the West Coast African +is here with us by the million - playing on his tom-tom, paddling his +dug-out canoe, living in his palm leaf or mud hut, ready and able to +stand more “white man stuff.” Save for an occasional +habit of going raving or melancholy mad when educated for the ministry, +and dying when he, and more particularly she, is shut up in the broiling +hot, corrugated-iron school-room with too many clothes on, and too much +headwork to do, he survives in a way which I think you will own is interesting, +and which commands my admiration and respect. But there is nowadays +a new factor in his relationship with the white races - the factor of +domestic control. I do not think the African will survive this +and flourish, if it is to be of the nature that the present white ideas +aim to make it. But, on the other hand, I do not believe that +he will be called upon to try, for under the present conditions white +control will not become very thorough; and in the event of an European +war, governmental attention will be distracted from West Africa, and +the African will then do what he has done several times before when +the white eye has been off him for a decade or so, - sink back to his +old level as he has in Congo after the Jesuits tidied him up, and as +he must have done after his intercourse with the Phoenicians and Egyptians. +The travellers of a remote future will find him, I think, still with +his tom-tom and his dug-out canoe - just as willing to sell as “big +curios” the <i>débris</i> of our importations to his ancestors +at a high price. Exactly how much he will ask for a Devos patent +paraffin oil tin or a Morton’s tin, I cannot imagine, but it will +be something stiff - such as he asks nowadays for the Phoenician “Aggry” +beads. There will be then as there is now, and as there was in +the past, individual Africans who will rise to a high level of culture, +but that will be all for a very long period. To say that the African +race will never advance beyond its present culture-level, is saying +too much, in spite of the mass of evidence supporting this view, but +I am certain they will never advance above it in the line of European +culture. The country he lives in is unfitted for it, and the nature +of the man himself is all against it - the truth is the West Coast mind +has got a great deal too much superstition about it, and too little +of anything else. Our own methods of instruction have not been +of any real help to the African, because what he wants teaching is how +to work. Bishop Ingram would have been able to write a more cheerful +and hopeful book than his <i>Sierra Leone after</i> <i>100</i> <i>Years</i>, +if the Sierra Leonians had had a thorough grounding in technical culture, +suited to the requirements of their country, instead of the ruinous +instruction they have been given, at the cost of millions of money, +and hundreds of good, if ill-advised, white men’s lives. +For it is possible for a West African native to be made by European +culture into a very good sort of man, not the same sort of man that +a white man is, but a man a white man can shake hands with and associate +with without any loss of self-respect. It is by no means necessary, +however, that the African should have any white culture at all to become +a decent member of society at large. Quite the other way about, +for the percentage of honourable and reliable men among the bushmen +is higher than among the educated men.</p> +<p>I do not believe that the white race will ever drag the black up +to their own particular summit in the mountain range of civilisation. +Both polygamy and slavery <a name="citation514"></a><a href="#footnote514">{514}</a> +are, for divers reasons, essential to the well-being of Africa - at +any rate for those vast regions of it which are agricultural, and these +two institutions will necessitate the African having a summit to himself. +Only - alas! for the energetic reformer - the African is not keen on +mountaineering in the civilisation range. He prefers remaining +down below and being comfortable. He is not conceited about this; +he admires the higher culture very much, and the people who inconvenience +themselves by going in for it - but do it himself? NO. And +if he is dragged up into the higher regions of a self-abnegatory religion, +six times in ten he falls back damaged, a morally maimed man, into his +old swampy country fashion valley.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XXII. DISEASE IN WEST AFRICA.</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>Great as is the delay and difficulty placed in the way of the development +of the immense natural resources of West Africa by the labour problem, +there is another cause of delay to this development greater and more +terrible by far - namely, the deadliness of the climate. “Nothing +hinders a man, Miss Kingsley, half so much as dying,” a friend +said to me the other day, after nearly putting his opinion to a practical +test. Other parts of the world have more sensational outbreaks +of death from epidemics of yellow fever and cholera, but there is no +other region in the world that can match West Africa for the steady +kill, kill, kill that its malaria works on the white men who come under +its influence.</p> +<p>Malaria you will hear glibly talked of; but what malaria means and +consists of you will find few men ready to attempt to tell you, and +these few by no means of a tale. It is very strange that this +terrible form of disease has not attracted more scientific investigators, +considering the enormous mortality it causes throughout the tropics +and sub-tropics. A few years since, when the peculiar microbes +of everything from measles to miracles were being “isolated,” +several bacteriologists isolated the malarial microbe, only unfortunately +they did not all isolate the same one. A <i>résumé</i> +of the various claims of these microbes is impossible here, and whether +one of them was the true cause, or whether they all have an equal claim +to this position, is not yet clear; for malaria, as far as I have seen +or read of it seems to be not so much one distinct form of fever as +a group of fevers - a genus, not a species. Many things point +to this being the case; particularly the different forms so called malarial +poisoning takes in different localities. This subject may be also +subdivided and complicated by going into the controversy as to whether +yellow fever is endemic on the West Coast or not. That it has +occurred there from time to time there can be no question: at Fernando +Po in 1862 and 1866, in Senegal pretty frequently; and at least one +epidemic at Bonny was true yellow fever. But in the case of each +of these outbreaks it is said to have been imported from South America, +into Fernando Po, by ships from Havana, and into Bonny by a ship which +had on her previous run been down the South American ports with a cargo +of mules. The litter belonging to this mule cargo was not cleared +out of her until she got into Bonny, when it was thrown overside into +the river, and then the yellow fever broke out. But, on the other +hand, South America taxes West Africa - the Guinea Coast - with having +first sent out yellow fever in the cargoes of slaves. This certainly +is a strange statement, because the African native rarely has malarial +fever severely - he has it, and you are often informed So-and-so has +got yellow fever, but he does not often die of it, merely is truly wretched +and sick for a day or so, and then recovers. <a name="citation516"></a><a href="#footnote516">{516}</a></p> +<p>Regarding the hæmaturia there is also controversy. A +very experienced and excellent authority doubts whether this is entirely +a malarial fever, or whether it is not, in some cases at any rate, brought +on by over-doses of quinine, and Dr. Plehn asserts, and his assertions +are heavily backed up by his great success in treating this fever, that +quinine has a very bad influence when the characteristic symptoms have +declared themselves, and that it should not be given. I hesitate +to advise this, because I fear to induce any one to abandon quinine, +which is the great weapon against malaria, and not from any want of +faith in Dr. Plehn, for he has studied malarial fevers in Cameroon with +the greatest energy and devotion, bringing to bear on the subject a +sound German mind trained in a German way, and than this, for such subjects, +no better thing exists. His brother, also a doctor, was stationed +in Cameroon before him, and is now in the German East African possessions, +similarly working hard, and when these two shall publish the result +of their conjoint investigations, we shall have the most important contribution +to our knowledge of malaria that has ever appeared. It is impossible +to over-rate the importance of such work as this to West Africa, for +the man who will make West Africa pay will be the scientific man who +gives us something more powerful against malaria than quinine. +It is too much to hope that medical men out at work on the Coast, doctoring +day and night, and not only obliged to doctor, but to nurse their white +patients, with the balance of their time taken up by giving bills of +health to steamers, wrestling with the varied and awful sanitary problems +presented by the native town, etc., can have sufficient time or life +left in them to carry on series of experiments and of cultures; but +they can and do supply to the man in the laboratory at home grand material +for him to carry the thing through; meanwhile we wait for that man and +do the best we can.</p> +<p>The net results of laboratory investigation, according to the French +doctors, is that the mycetozoic malarial bacillus, the microbe of paludism, +is amœboid in its movements, acting on the red corpuscles, leaving +nothing of them but the dark pigment found in the skin and organs of +malarial subjects. <a name="citation517"></a><a href="#footnote517">{517}</a> +The German doctors make a practice of making microscopic examinations +of the blood of a patient, saying that the microbes appear at the commencement +of an attack of fever, increase in quantity as the fever increases, +and decrease as it decreases, and from these investigations they are +able to judge fairly accurately how many remissions may be expected; +in fact to judge of the severity of the case which, taken with the knowledge +that quinine only affects malarial microbes at a certain stage of their +existence, is helpful in treatment.</p> +<p>There is, I may remark, a very peculiar point regarding hæmaturic +disease, the most deadly form of West Coast fever. This disease, +so far as we know, has always been present on the South-West Coast, +at Loando, the Lower Congo and Gaboon, but it is said not to have appeared +in the Rivers until 1881, and then to have spread along the West Coast. +My learned friend, Dr. Plehn, doubts this, and says people were less +observant in those days, but the symptoms of this fever are so distinct, +that I must think it also totally impossible for it not to have been +differentiated from the usual remittent or intermittent by the old West +Coasters if it had occurred there in former times with anything like +the frequency it does now; but we will leave these theoretical and technical +considerations and turn to the practical side of the question.</p> +<p>You will always find lots of people ready to give advice on fever, +particularly how to avoid getting it, and you will find the most dogmatic +of these are people who have been singularly unlucky in the matter, +or people who know nothing of local conditions. These latter are +the most trying of all to deal with. They tell you, truly enough +no doubt, that the malaria is in the air, in the exhalations from the +ground, which are greatest about sunrise and sunset, and in the drinking +water, and that you must avoid chill, excessive mental and bodily exertion, +that you must never get anxious, or excited, or lose your temper. +Now there is only one - the drinking water - of this list that you can +avoid, for, owing to the great variety and rapid growth of bacteria +encouraged by the tropical temperature, and the aqueous saturation of +the atmosphere from the heavy rainfall, and the great extent of swamp, +etc., it is practically impossible to destroy them in the air to a satisfactory +extent. I was presented by scientific friends, when I first went +to the West Coast, with two devices supposed to do this. One was +a lamp which you burnt some chemical in; it certainly made a smell that +nothing could live with - but then I am not nothing, and there are enough +smells on the Coast now. I gave it up after the first half-hour. +The other device was a muzzle, a respirator, I should say. Well! +all I have got to say about that is that you need be a better-looking +person than I am to wear a thing like that without causing panic in +a district. Then orders to avoid the night air are still more +difficult to obey - may I ask how you are to do without air from 6.30 +P.M. to 6.30 A.M.? or what other air there is but night air, heavy with +malarious exhalations, available then?</p> +<p>The drinking water you have a better chance with, as I will presently +state; chill you cannot avoid. When you are at work on the Coast, +even with the greatest care, the sudden fall of temperature that occurs +after a tornado coming at the end of a stewing-hot day, is sure to tell +on any one, and as for the orders regarding temper neither the natives, +nor the country, nor the trade, help you in the least. But still +you must remember that although it is impossible to fully carry out +these orders, you can do a good deal towards doing so, and preventive +measures are the great thing, for it is better to escape fever altogether, +or to get off with a light touch of it, than to make a sensational recovery +from Yellow Jack himself.</p> +<p>There is little doubt that a certain make of man has the best chance +of surviving the Coast climate - an energetic, spare, nervous but light-hearted +creature, capable of enjoying whatever there may be to enjoy, and incapable +of dwelling on discomforts or worries. It is quite possible for +a person of this sort to live, and work hard on the Coast for a considerable +period, possibly with better health than he would have in England. +The full-blooded, corpulent and vigorous should avoid West Africa like +the plague. One after another, men and women, who looked, as the +saying goes, as if you could take a lease of their lives, I have seen +come out and die, and it gives one a sense of horror when they arrive +at your West Coast station, for you feel a sort of accessory before +the fact to murder, but what can you do except get yourself laughed +at as a croaker, and attend the funeral?</p> +<p>The best ways of avoiding the danger of the night air are - to have +your evening meal about 6.30 or 7, - 8 is too late; sleep under a mosquito +curtain whether there are mosquitoes in your district or not, and have +a meal before starting out in the morning, a good hot cup of tea or +coffee and bread and butter, if you can get it, if not, something left +from last night’s supper or even <i>aguma</i>. Regarding +meals, of course we come to the vexed question of stimulants - all the +evidence is in favour of alcohol, of a proper sort, taken at proper +times, and in proper quantities, being extremely valuable. Take +the case of the missionaries, who are almost all teetotalers, they are +young men and women who have to pass a medical examination before coming +out, and whose lives on the Coast are far easier than those of other +classes of white men, yet the mortality among them is far heavier than +in any other class.</p> +<p>Mr. Stanley says that wine is the best form of stimulant, but that +it should not be taken before the evening meal. Certainly on the +South-West Coast, where a heavy, but sound, red wine imported from Portugal +is the common drink, the mortality is less than on the West Coast. +Beer has had what one might call a thorough trial in Cameroon since +the German occupation and is held by authorities to be the cause in +part of the number of cases of hæmaturic fever in that river being +greater than in other districts. But this subject requires scientific +comparative observation on various parts of the Coast, for Cameroons +is at the beginning of the South-West Coast, whereon the percentage +of cases of hæmaturic to those of intermittent and remittent fevers +is far higher than on the West Coast.</p> +<p>A comparative study of the diseases of the western division of the +continent would, I should say, repay a scientific doctor, if he survived. +The material he would have to deal with would be enormous, and in addition +to the history of hæmaturic he would be confronted with the problem +of the form of fever which seems to be a recent addition to West African +afflictions, the so-called typhoid malaria, which of late years has +come into the Rivers, and apparently come to stay. This fever +is, I may remark, practically unknown at present in the South-West Coast +regions where the “sun for garbage” plan is adhered to. +At present the treatment of all white man’s diseases on the Coast +practically consists in the treatment of malaria, because whatever disease +a person gets hold of takes on a malarial type which masks its true +nature. Why, I knew a gentleman who had as fine an attack of the +smallpox as any one would not wish to have, and who for days behaved +as if he had remittent, and then burst out into the characteristic eruption; +and only got all his earthly possessions burnt, and no end of carbolic +acid dressings for his pains.</p> +<p>I do not suppose this does much harm, as the malaria is the main +thing that wants curing; unless Dr. Plehn is right and quinine is bad +in hæmaturia. His success in dealing with this fever seems +to support his opinion; and the French doctors on the Coast, who dose +it heavily with quinine, have certainly a very heavy percentage of mortality +among their patients with the hæmaturic, although in the other +forms of malarial fever they very rarely lose a patient.</p> +<p>But to return to those preventive measures, and having done what +we can with the air, we will turn our attention to the drinking water, +for in addition to malarial microbes the drinking and washing water +of West Africa is liable to contain dermazoic and entozoic organisms, +and if you don’t take care you will get from it into your anatomy +Tinea versicolor, Tinea decalvans, Tinea circinata, Tinea sycosis, Tinea +favosa, or some other member of that wretched family, let alone being +nearly certain to import Trichocephalus dispar, Ascaris lumbricoides, +Oxyuris vermicularis, and eight varieties of nematodes, each of them +with an awful name of its own, and unpleasant consequences to you, and, +lastly, a peculiar abomination, a Filaria. This is not, what its +euphonious name may lead you to suppose, a fern, but it is a worm which +gets into the white of the eye and leads there a lively existence, causing +distressing itching, throbbing and pricking sensations, not affecting +the sight until it happens to set up inflammation. I have seen +the eyes of natives simply swarming with these Filariæ. +A curious thing about the disease is that it usually commences in one +eye, and when that becomes over-populated an emigration society sets +out for the other eye, travelling thither under the skin of the bridge +of the nose, looking while in transit like the bridge of a pair of spectacles. +A similar, but not identical, worm is fairly common on the Ogowé, +and is liable to get under the epidermis of any part of the body. +Like the one affecting the eye it is very active in its movements, passing +rapidly about under the skin and producing terrible pricking and itching, +but very trifling inflammation in those cases which I have seen. +The treatment consists of getting the thing out, and the thing to be +careful of is to get it out whole, for if any part of it is left in, +suppuration sets in, so even if you are personally convinced you have +got it out successfully it is just as well to wash out the wound with +carbolic or Condy’s fluid. The most frequent sufferers from +these Filariæ are the natives, but white people do get them.</p> +<p>Do not confuse this Filaria with the Guinea worm, Filaria medinensis, +which runs up to ten and twelve feet in length, and whose habits are +different. It is more sedentary, but it is in the drinking water +inside small crustacea (cyclops). It appears commonly in its human +host’s leg, and rapidly grows, curled round and round like a watch-spring, +showing raised under the skin. The native treatment of this pest +is very cautiously to open the skin over the head of the worm and secure +it between a little cleft bit of bamboo and then gradually wind the +rest of the affair out. Only a small portion can be wound out +at a time, as the wound is very liable to inflame, and should the worm +break, it is certain to inflame badly, and a terrible wound will result. +You cannot wind it out by the tail because you are then, so to speak, +turning its fur the wrong way, and it catches in the wound.</p> +<p>I should, I may remark, strongly advise any one who likes to start +early on a canoe journey to see that no native member of the party has +a Filaria medinensis on hand; for winding it up is always reserved for +a morning job and as many other jobs are similarly reserved it makes +for delay.</p> +<p>I know, my friends, that you one and all say that the drinking water +at your particular place is of singular beauty and purity, and that +you always tell the boys to filter it; but I am convinced that that +water is no more to be trusted than the boys, and I am lost in amazement +at people of your intelligence trusting the trio of water, boys, and +filter, in the way you do. One favourite haunt of mine gets its +drinking water from a cemented hole in the back yard into which drains +a very strong-smelling black little swamp, which is surrounded by a +ridge of sandy ground, on which are situated several groups of native +houses, whose inhabitants enhance their fortunes and their drainage +by taking in washing. At Fernando Po the other day I was assured +as usual that the water was perfection, “beautiful spring coming +down from the mountain,” etc. In the course of the afternoon +affairs took me up the mountain to Basile, for the first part of the +way along the course of the said stream. The first objects of +interest I observed in the drinking-water supply were four natives washing +themselves and their clothes; the next was the bloated body of a dead +goat reposing in a pellucid pool. The path then left the course +of the stream, but on arriving in the region of its source I found an +interesting little colony of Spanish families which had been imported +out whole, children and all, by the Government. They had a nice, +neat little cemetery attached, which his excellency the doctor told +me was “stocked mostly with children, who were always dying off +from worms.” Good, so far, for the drinking water! and as +to what that beautiful stream was soaking up when it was round corners +- I did not see it, so I do not know - but I will be bound it was some +abomination or another. But it’s no use talking, it’s +the same all along, Sierra Leone, Grain Coast, Ivory Coast, Gold Coast, +Lagos, Rivers, Cameroon, Congo Français, Kacongo, Congo Belge, +and Angola. When you ask your white friends how they can be so +reckless about the water, which, as they know, is a decoction of the +malarious earth, exposed night and day to the malarious air, they all +up and say they are not; they have “got an awfully good filter, +and they tell the boys,” etc., and that they themselves often +put wine or spirit in the water to kill the microbes. Vanity, +vanity! At each and every place I know, “men have died and +worms have eaten them.” The safest way of dealing with water +I know is to boil it hard for ten minutes at least, and then instantly +pour it into a jar with a narrow neck, which plug up with a wad of fresh +cotton-wool - not a cork; and should you object to the flat taste of +boiled water, plunge into it a bit of red-hot iron, which will make +it more agreeable in taste. <i>Before</i> boiling the water you +can carefully filter it if you like. A good filter is a very fine +thing for clearing drinking water of hippopotami, crocodiles, water +snakes, catfish, etc., and I daresay it will stop back sixty per cent. +of the live or dead African natives that may be in it; but if you think +it is going to stop back the microbe of marsh fever - my good sir, you +are mistaken. And remember that you must give up cold water, boiled +or unboiled, altogether; for if you take the boiled or filtered water +and put it into one of those water-coolers, and leave it hanging exposed +to night air or day on the verandah, you might just as well save yourself +the trouble of boiling it at all.</p> +<p>Next in danger to the diseases come the remedies for them. +Let the new-comer remember, in dealing with quinine, calomel, arsenic, +and spirits, that they are not castor sugar nor he a glass bottle, but +let him use them all - the two first fairly frequently - not waiting +for an attack of fever and then ladling them into himself with a spoon. +The third, arsenic - a drug much thought of by the French, who hold +that if you establish an arsenic cachexia you do not get a malarial +one - should not be taken except under a doctor’s orders. +Spirit is undoubtedly extremely valuable when, from causes beyond your +control, you have got a chill. Remember always your life hangs +on quinine, and that it is most important to keep the system sensitive +to it, which you do not do if you keep on pouring in heavy doses of +it for nothing and you make yourself deaf into the bargain. I +have known people take sixty grains of quinine in a day for a bilious +attack and turn it into a disease they only got through by the skin +of their teeth; but the prophylactic action of quinine is its great +one, as it only has power over malarial microbes at a certain state +of their development, - the fully matured microbe it does not affect +to any great degree - and therefore by taking it when in a malarious +district, say, in a dose of five grams a day, you keep down the malaria +which you are bound, even with every care, to get into your system. +When you have got very chilled or over-tired, take an extra five grains +with a little wine or spirit at any time, and when you know, by reason +of aching head and limbs and a sensation of a stream of cold water down +your back and an awful temper, that you are in for a fever, send for +a doctor if you can. If, as generally happens, there is no doctor +near to send for, take a compound calomel and colocynth pill, fifteen +grains of quinine and a grain of opium, and go to bed wrapped up in +the best blanket available. When safely there take lashings of +hot tea or, what is better, a hot drink made from fresh lime-juice, +strong and without sugar - fresh limes are almost always to be had - +if not, bottled lime-juice does well. Then, in the hot stage, +don’t go fanning about, nor in the perspiring stage, for if you +get a chill then you may turn a mild dose of fever into a fatal one. +If, however, you keep conscientiously rolled in your blanket until the +perspiring stage is well over, and stay in bed till the next morning, +the chances are you will be all right, though a little shaky about the +legs. You should continue the quinine, taking it in five-grain +doses, up to fifteen to twenty grains a day for a week after any attack +of fever, but you must omit the opium pill. The great thing in +West Africa is to keep up your health to a good level, that will enable +you to resist fever, and it is exceedingly difficult for most people +to do this, because of the difficulty of getting exercise and good food. +But do what you may it is almost certain you will get fever during a +residence of more than six months on the Coast, and the chances are +two to one on the Gold Coast that you will die of it. But, without +precautions, you will probably have it within a fortnight of first landing, +and your chances of surviving are almost <i>nil</i>. With precautions, +in the Rivers and on the S.W. Coast your touch of fever may be a thing +inferior in danger and discomfort to a bad cold in England.</p> +<p>Yet remember, before you elect to cast your lot in with the West +Coasters, that 85 per cent. of them die of fever or return home with +their health permanently wrecked. Also remember that there is +no getting acclimatised to the Coast. There are, it is true, a +few men out there who, although they have been resident in West Africa +for years, have never had fever, but you can count them up on the fingers +of one hand. There is another class who have been out for twelve +months at a time, and have not had a touch of fever; these you want +the fingers of your two hands to count, but no more. By far the +largest class is the third, which is made up of those who have a slight +dose of fever once a fortnight, and some day, apparently for no extra +reason, get a heavy dose and die of it. A very considerable class +is the fourth - those who die within a fortnight to a month of going +ashore.</p> +<p>The fate of a man depends solely on his power of resisting the so-called +malaria, not in his system becoming inured to it. The first class +of men that I have cited have some unknown element in their constitutions +that renders them immune. With the second class the power of resistance +is great, and can be renewed from time to time by a spell home in a +European climate. In the third class the state is that of cumulative +poisoning; in the fourth of acute poisoning.</p> +<p>Let the new-comer who goes to the Coast take the most cheerful view +of these statements and let him regard himself as preordained to be +one of the two most favoured classes. Let him take every care +short of getting frightened, which is as deadly as taking no care at +all, and he may - I sincerely hope he will - survive; for a man who +has got the grit in him to go and fight in West Africa for those things +worth fighting for - duty, honour and gold - is a man whose death is +a dead loss to his country.</p> +<p>The cargoes from West Africa truly may “wives and mithers maist +despairing ca’ them lives o’ men.” Yet grievous +as is the price England pays for her West African possessions, to us +who know the men who risk their lives and die for them, England gets +a good equivalent value for it; for she is the greatest manufacturing +country in the world, and as such requires markets. Nowadays she +requires them more than new colonies. A colony drains annually +thousands of the most enterprising and energetic of her children from +her, leaving behind them their aged and incapable relations. Moreover, +a colony gradually becomes a rival manufacturing centre to the mother +country, whereas West Africa will remain for hundreds of years a region +that will supply the manufacturer with his raw material, and take in +exchange for it his manufactured articles, giving him a good margin +of profit. And the holding of our West African markets drains +annually a few score of men only - only too often for ever - but the +trade they carry on and develop there - a trade, according to Sir George +Baden-Powell, of the annual value of nine millions sterling - enables +thousands of men, women and children to remain safely in England, in +comfort and pleasure, owing to the wages and profits arising from the +manufacture and export of the articles used in that trade.</p> +<p>So I trust that those at home in England will give all honour to +the men still working in West Africa, or rotting in the weed-grown, +snake-infested cemeteries and the forest swamps - men whose battles +have been fought out on lonely beaches far away from home and friends +and often from another white man’s help, sometimes with savages, +but more often with a more deadly foe, with none of the anodyne to death +and danger given by the companionship of hundreds of fellow soldiers +in a fight with a foe you can see, but with a foe you can see only incarnate +in the dreams of your delirium, which runs as a poison in burning veins +and aching brain - the dread West Coast fever. And may England +never again dream of forfeiting, or playing with, the conquests won +for her by those heroes of commerce, the West Coast traders; for of +them, as well as of such men as Sir Gerald Portal, truly it may be said +- of such is the Kingdom of England.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>APPENDIX. THE INVENTION OF THE CLOTH LOOM.</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><i>This story is taken down from an Eboe, but practically the same +story can be found among all the cloth-making tribes in West Africa.</i></p> +<p>In the old times there was a man who was a great hunter; but he had +a bad wife, and when he made medicine to put on his spear, she made +medicine against his spear, but he knew nothing of this thing and went +out after bush cow.</p> +<p>By and by he found a big bush cow, and threw his spear at it, but +the bush cow came on, and drove its horns through his thigh, so the +man crept home, and lay in his house very sick, and the witch doctor +found out which of his wives had witched the spear, and they killed +her, and for many days the man could not go out hunting. But he +was a great hunter, and his liver grew hot in him for the bush, so he +dragged himself to the bush, and lay there every day. One day, +as he lay, he saw a big spider making a net on a bush and he watched +him. By and by he saw how the spider caught his game, and that +the spider was a great hunter, and the man said “If I had hunted +as this spider hunts, if I had made a trap like that and put it in the +bush and then gone aside and let the game get into it and weary itself +to death quickly, - quicker and safer than they do in pit-falls - that +bush cow would not have gored me.” And so after a time he +tried to make a net like the spider’s, out of bush rope, and he +did this thing and put his net into the forest, and caught bush deer +(gazelles) and earthpig (pangolins) and porcupines, and he made more +nets, and every net he made was better, and he grew well, and became +a greater hunter than before. One day he made a very fine net, +and his wife said “This is a cloth, it is better than our cloth +(bark cloth) because when the rain gets to it, it does not shrivel. +Make me a cloth like this and then I will beat it with the mallet and +wear it.” And the man tried to do this thing, but he could +not get it a good shape and he said, “Yet the spider gets a shape +in his cloth. I will go and ask him again this thing.” +And he went to the spider, and took him another offering, and said: +“Oh, my lord, teach me more things.” And he sat and +watched him for many days. By and by he saw more (his eyes were +opened) and he saw the spider made his net on sticks, and so he went +home and got fine bush rope that he had collected, and taken there, +to make his game nets with, and he brought them to the bush near the +spider, and fixing the strings on to the bush he made a new net and +he got shape into it, and he made more nets this way, and every net +he made was better. And his wife was pleased and gave him sons, +and by and by the man saw that he did not want all the sticks of a bush +to make his net on, only some of them; and so he took these home and +put them up in his house, and made his nets there, and after a time +his wife said: “Why do you make the stuff for me with that bush +rope? Why do you not make it with something finer?” +And he went into the bush and took offerings to the spider and said: +“Oh, my lord, teach me more things!” And he sat and +watched the spider, but the spider only went on making stuff out of +his belly. And the man said: “Oh, my lord, you pass me. +I cannot do this thing.” And as he went home he thought +and saw that there are trees, and there are bush ropes, thick bush rope +and thin bush rope, and then there is grass which was thinner still, +and he took the grass, and tried to make a net with it, and did this +thing and made more nets and every net he made was better. And +his wife was pleased and said “This is good cloth.” +And the man lived to be very old and was a great chief and a great hunter. +For it is good for a man to be a great hunter, and it is good for a +man to please women. This is the origin of the cloth loom.</p> +<p>It was in the old time, and men have got now thread on spools from +the white man, for the white man is a great spider; but this is how +the black man learnt to make cloth.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>NOTES.</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p><a name="footnote14"></a><a href="#citation14">{14}</a> Sierra Leone +has been known since the voyage of Hanno of Carthage in the sixth century +B.C., but it has not got into general literature to any great extent +since Pliny. The only later classic who has noticed it is Milton, +who in a very suitable portion of <i>Paradise Lost</i> says of Notus +and Afer, “black with thunderous clouds from Sierra Lona.” +Our occupation of it dates from 1787.</p> +<p><a name="footnote15"></a><a href="#citation15">{15}</a> Lagos also +likes to bear this flattering appellation, and has now-a-days more right +to the title.</p> +<p><a name="footnote28"></a><a href="#citation28">{28}</a> Along the +Coast, and in other parts of Africa, the coarser, flat-sided kinds of +banana are usually called plantains, the name banana being reserved +for the finer sorts, such as the little “silver banana.”</p> +<p><a name="footnote37"></a><a href="#citation37">{37}</a> From Point +Limbok, the seaward extremity of Cameroons Mountain, to Cape Horatio, +the most eastern extremity of Fernando Po, the soundings are, from the +continent, 13, 17, 20, 23, 27, 29, 30, 34 fathoms; close on to the island, +35 and 29 fathoms.</p> +<p><a name="footnote44"></a><a href="#citation44">{44}</a> I am informed +that the allowance made to these priests exceeds by some pounds the +revenues Spain obtains from the Island. In Spanish possessions +alone is a supporting allowance made to missionaries though in all the +other colonies they obtain a government grant.</p> +<p><a name="footnote47"></a><a href="#citation47">{47}</a> <i>Ten Years’ +Wanderings among the Ethiopians</i>, T. J. Hutchinson.</p> +<p><a name="footnote48a"></a><a href="#citation48a">{48a}</a> There +is difference of opinion among authorities as to whether Fernando Po +was discovered by Fernando Po or by Lopez Gonsalves.</p> +<p><a name="footnote48b"></a><a href="#citation48b">{48b}</a> From April +1777 till the end of 1782, 370 men out of the 547 died of fever.</p> +<p><a name="footnote51"></a><a href="#citation51">{51}</a> Porto is +the Bubi name for black men who are not Bubis, these were in old days +Portuguese slaves, “Porto” being evidently a corruption +of “Portuguese,” but it is used alike by the Bubi to designate +Sierra Leonian and Accras, in fact, all the outer barbarian blacks. +The name for white men, Mandara, used by the Bubis, has a sort of resemblance +to the Effik name for whites, Makara, <i>i.e</i>., the ruling one, but +I do not know whether these two words have any connection.</p> +<p><a name="footnote55"></a><a href="#citation55">{55}</a> I am glad +to find that my own observations on the drink question entirely agree +with those of Dr. Oscar Baumann, because he is an unprejudiced scientific +observer, who has had great experience both in the Congo and Cameroon +regions before he came to Fernando Po. In support of my statement +I may quote his own words: - “Die Bube trinken nämlich sehr +gerne Rum; Gin verschmähen sie vollständig, aber ausser Tabak +und Salz gehört Rum zu den gesuchtesten europäischen Artikeln +für sie. Wie bekannt hat sich in Europa ein heftiges Geschrei +gegen die Vergiftung der Neger durch Alcohol erhoben. Wenn dasselbe +schon für die meisten Stämme Westafrikas der Berechtigung +fast vollständig entbehrt und in die Categorie verweisen worden +muss die man mit dem nicht sehr schönen aber treffenden Ausdrücke +‘Humanitätsduselei’ bezeichnet, so ist es den Bube +gegenüber wohl mehr als zwecklos. Es mag ja vorkommen dass +ein Bube wenn er sein Palmöl verkauft hat, sich ein oder zweimal +im Jahre mit Rum ein Räuschlein antrinkt. Deshalb aber gleich +von Alkohol-Vergiftung zu sprechen wäre mindestens lächerlich. +Ich bin überzeugt dass mancher jener Herren die in Wort und Schrift +so heftig gegen die Alkolismus der Neger zetern in ihren Studenten-jahren +allein mehr geistige Getränke genossen haben als zehn Bube während +ihres ganzen Lebens. Der Handelsrum welcher wie ich mich öfters +überzeugt zwar recht verwässert aber keineswegs abstossend +schlecht schmeckt, ist den Bube gewöhnlich nur eine Delikatesse +welche mit Andacht schluckweise genossen wird. Wenn ein Arbeiter +bei uns einen Schluck Branntwein oder ein Glas Bier geniesst um sich +zu stärken, so findet das Jeder in der Ordnung; der Bube jedoch, +welcher splitternackt tagelang in feuchten Bergwäldern umher klettern +muss, soll beliebe nichts als Wasser trinken!” <i>Eine Africanische +Tropen. insel Fernando Póo</i>, Dr. Oscar Baumann, Edward Hölzer, +Wien, 1888.</p> +<p><a name="footnote56"></a><a href="#citation56">{56}</a> “Beiträge +zur Kenntniss der Bubisprache auf Fernando Póo,” O. Baumann, +<i>Zeitschrift für afrikanische Sprachen</i>. Berlin, 1888.</p> +<p><a name="footnote61"></a><a href="#citation61">{61}</a> <i>Ten Years’ +Wanderings among the Ethiopians</i>. T. J. Hutchinson.</p> +<p><a name="footnote80"></a><a href="#citation80">{80}</a> The Sierra +del Cristal and the Pallaballa range are, by some geographers, held +to be identical; but I have reason to doubt this, for the specimens +of rock brought home by me have been identified by the Geological Survey, +those of the Pallaballa range as mica schist and quartz; those of the +Sierra del Cristal as “probably schistose grit, but not definitely +determinable by inspection,” and “quartz rock.” +The quantity of mica in the sands of the Ogowé, I think, come +into it from its affluents from the Congo region because you do not +get these mica sands in rivers which are entirely from the Sierra del +Cristal, such as the Muni. The Rumby and Omon ranges are probably +identical with the Sierra del Cristal, for in them as in the Sierra +you do not get the glistening dove-coloured rock with a sparse vegetation +growing on it, as you do in the Pallaballa region.</p> +<p><a name="footnote96"></a><a href="#citation96">{96}</a> The villages +of the Fans and Bakele are built in the form of a street. When +in the forest there are two lines of huts, the one facing the other, +and each end closed by a guard house. When facing a river there +is one line of huts facing the river frontage.</p> +<p><a name="footnote167"></a><a href="#citation167">{167}</a> The M’pongwe +speaking tribes are the M’pongwe, Orungu, Nkâmi, Ajumba, +Inlenga and the Igalwa.</p> +<p><a name="footnote170"></a><a href="#citation170">{170}</a> These +four Ajumba had been engaged, through the instrumentality of M. Jacot, +to accompany me to the Rembwé River. The Ajumba are one +of the noble tribes and are the parent stem of the M’pongwe; their +district is the western side of Lake Ayzingo.</p> +<p><a name="footnote181"></a><a href="#citation181">{181}</a> As this +river is not mentioned on maps, and as I was the first white traveller +on it, I give my own phonetic spelling; but I expect it would be spelt +by modern geographers “Kâkola.”</p> +<p><a name="footnote185"></a><a href="#citation185">{185}</a> A common +African sensation among natives when alarmed, somewhat akin to our feeling +some one walk over our graves.</p> +<p><a name="footnote189"></a><a href="#citation189">{189}</a> Since +my return I think the French gentleman may have been M. F. Tenaille +d’Estais, who is down on the latest map (French) as having visited +a lake in this region in 1882, which is set down as Lac Ebouko. +He seems to have come from and returned to Lake Ayzingo - on map Lac +Azingo - but on the other hand “Ebouko” was not known on +the lake, Ajumba and Fans alike calling it Ncovi.</p> +<p><a name="footnote200"></a><a href="#citation200">{200}</a> <i>Diospyros</i> +and <i>Copaifua mopane.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote205"></a><a href="#citation205">{205}</a> <i>Vipera +nasicornis</i>; M’pongwe, <i>Ompenle.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote208"></a><a href="#citation208">{208}</a> I have +no hesitation in saying that the gorilla is the most horrible wild animal +I have seen. I have seen at close quarters specimens of the most +important big game of Central Africa, and, with the exception of snakes, +I have run away from all of them; but although elephants, leopards, +and pythons give you a feeling of alarm, they do not give that feeling +of horrible disgust that an old gorilla gives on account of its hideousness +of appearance.</p> +<p><a name="footnote223"></a><a href="#citation223">{223}</a> An European +coat or its equivalent value is one of the constant quantities in an +ivory bundle.</p> +<p><a name="footnote241"></a><a href="#citation241">{241}</a> Specimen +placed in Herbarium at Kew.</p> +<p><a name="footnote286"></a><a href="#citation286">{286}</a> It is +held by some authorities to come from gru-gru, a Mandingo word for charm, +but I respectfully question whether gru-gru has not come from ju-ju, +the native approximation to the French joujou.</p> +<p><a name="footnote295"></a><a href="#citation295">{295}</a> The proper +way to spell this name is booby, <i>i.e</i>. silly, but as Bubi is the +accepted spelling, I bow to authority.</p> +<p><a name="footnote301"></a><a href="#citation301">{301}</a> This article +has different names in different tribes; thus it is called a bian among +the Fan, a tarwiz, gree-gree, etc., on other parts of the Coast.</p> +<p><a name="footnote306"></a><a href="#citation306">{306}</a> Care must +be taken not to confuse with sacrifices (propitiations of spirits) the +killing of men and animals as offerings to the souls of deceased persons.</p> +<p><a name="footnote324"></a><a href="#citation324">{324}</a> Pronounced +Tchwee.</p> +<p><a name="footnote329"></a><a href="#citation329">{329}</a> Among +the Fjort the body cannot be buried until all the deceased’s debts +are paid.</p> +<p><a name="footnote338"></a><a href="#citation338">{338}</a> In speaking +of native ideas I should prefer to use the good Yorkshire term of “overthrowing” +in place of “superstition,” but as the latter is the accepted +word for such matters I feel bound to employ it.</p> +<p><a name="footnote363"></a><a href="#citation363">{363}</a> “Tshi-speaking +People,” Colonel Sir H. B. Ellis.</p> +<p><a name="footnote439"></a><a href="#citation439">{439}</a> Since +my return to England I have read Sir Richard Burton’s account +of his first successful attempt to reach the summit of the Great Cameroons +in 1862. His companions were Herr Mann, the botanist, and Señor +Calvo. Herr Mann claimed to have ascended the summit a few days +before the two others joined him, but Burton seems to doubt this. +The account he himself gives of the summit is: “Victoria mountain +now proved to be a shell of a huge double crater opening to the south-eastward, +where a tremendous torrent of fire had broken down the weaker wall, +the whole interior and its accessible breach now lay before me plunging +down in vertical cliff. The depth of the bowl may be 360 feet. +The total diameter of the two, which are separated by a rough partition +of lava, 1,000 feet. . . Not a blade of grass, not a thread +of moss, breaks the gloom of this Plutonic pit, which is as black as +Erebus, except where the fire has painted it red or yellow.” +This ascent was made from the west face. I got into the “Plutonic +pit” through the S.E. break in its wall, and was said to be the +first English person to reach it from the S.E., and the twenty-eighth +ascender, according to my well-informed German friends.</p> +<p><a name="footnote455"></a><a href="#citation455">{455}</a> The African +Association now own two steamers. Alexander Miller Brothers and +Co. also charter steamers.</p> +<p><a name="footnote463"></a><a href="#citation463">{463}</a> <i>A Naturalist +in Mid Africa</i>, 1896.</p> +<p><a name="footnote465"></a><a href="#citation465">{465}</a> The accounts +given by the various members of the Stanley Emin Relief Expedition well +describe the usual sort of West African hinterland work, but the forests +of the Congo are less relieved by open park-like country than those +of the rivers to the north or south. Still the Congo, in spite +of this disadvantage, has greater facilities for transport in the way +of waterways than is found east of the Cross or Cameroon.</p> +<p><a name="footnote468"></a><a href="#citation468">{468}</a> Export +of coffee from the Gold Coast, 1894, given in the Colonial Report on +that year published in 1896, was of the value of £1,265 3<i>s</i>. +4<i>d</i>.; cocoa, £546 17<i>s</i>. 4<i>d</i>. The greater +part of this coffee goes to Germany.</p> +<p>Export of coffee from Lagos, given in Colonial Report for 1892, published +in 1893, was of the value of £12. No figures on this subject +are given in the 1894 report, published in 1896, but I cite these figures +to show the delay in publishing these reports by the Colonial Office +and the difficulty of getting reliable statistics on West African trade.</p> +<p><a name="footnote493"></a><a href="#citation493">{493}</a> “The +Development of Dodos.” <i>National Review</i>, March, 1896.</p> +<p><a name="footnote504"></a><a href="#citation504">{504}</a> <i>Ethnology</i>, +p. 266. A. H. Keane, Cambridge, 1896.</p> +<p><a name="footnote508"></a><a href="#citation508">{508}</a> Lagos +Annual Consular Report (150, p.6), 1894: “There were only three +cases of drunkenness. Considering that in the Island of Lagos +alone the population is over 33,300, this clearly proves that drunkenness +in this part of Africa is uncommon, and that there is insufficient evidence +for the contention which is advanced that the native is being ruined +by what is so often spoken of as the heinous gin traffic; it is a well-known +fact by those in a position best able to judge by long residence that +the inhabitants of this country have a natural repugnance to intemperance.”</p> +<p><a name="footnote509"></a><a href="#citation509">{509}</a> <i>Board +of Trade Journal</i>, August 1896.</p> +<p><a name="footnote514"></a><a href="#citation514">{514}</a> By slavery, +I mean the quasi-feudal system you find existing among the true negroes. +I do not mean either the form of domestic slavery of Egypt, or the system +of labour existing in the Congo Free State; although I am of opinion +that the suppression of his export slave trade to the Americas was a +grave mistake. It has been fraught with untold suffering to the +African, which would have been avoided by altering the slave trade into +a coolie system.</p> +<p><a name="footnote516"></a><a href="#citation516">{516}</a> Bilious +Hæmoglobinuric, black water fever.</p> +<p><a name="footnote517"></a><a href="#citation517">{517}</a> See also +Klebs and Tommasi Crudeli, <i>Arch. f. exp. Path</i>., xi.; Ceci, +<i>ibid</i>., xv.; Tommasi Crudeli, <i>La Malaria de Rome</i>, Paris, +1881; <i>Nuovi Studj sulla Natura della Malaria</i>, Rome, 1881; “Malaria +and the Ancient Drainage of the Roman Hills,” <i>Practitioner</i>, +ii., 1881; <i>Instituzioni de anat. Path</i>., vol. i., Turin, 1882; +Marchiafava e Cuboni, <i>Nuovi Studj sulla Natura della Malaria, Acad. +dei Lincei</i>, Jan. 2, 1881; Marchand, <i>Virch. Arch</i>., vol. lxxxviii.; +Laveran, <i>Nature parasitaire des Accidents d’Impaludisme</i>, +Paris, 1881; Richard, <i>Comptes Rendus</i>, 1881; Steinberg, <i>Rep. +Nat. Board of Health (U.S</i>.), 1881. <i>Malaria-krankheiten</i>, +K. Schwalbe; Berlin, 1890; Parkes, <i>On the Issue of a Spirit Ration +in the Ashantee Campaign</i>, Churchill, 1875; Zumsden, <i>Cyclopædia +of Medicine</i>; <i>Ague</i>, Dr. M. D. O’Connell, Calcutta, 1885; +<i>Roman Fever</i>, North, Appendix I. <i>British Central Africa</i>, +Sir H. H. Johnstone.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines4"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 5891 ***</div> +</body> +</html> + |