Identifier: trampsroundmount00john (find matches)
Title: Tramps round the Mountains of the Moon and through the back gate of the Congo State
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Johnson, Thomas Broadwood
Subjects: Africa, Central -- Description and travel Congo (Democratic Republic) -- Description and travel
Publisher: London (etc.) : T. F. Unwin
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ekers—Sad mortality-Stanley, the Christian African smith—A cannibal contrast—Poisoned arrows—Colonel Harrisons Pygmies—Searching)for elephant-meat—Humane beasts. THE Sunday at Irumu recalls a strange scene.)One of the great necessaries of life is firewood)for the cooking of food, and the soldiers, either beingtoo lazy, or regarding it beneath their dignity to go)and seek it, have made an arrangement with the)women of the villages around to bring in a stock forsale every Sunday morning. As we strolled out towatch the proceedings, we found a group of soldiers!and their wives awaiting the arrival of the supply.Soon there was a stir amongst them as a string oflwomen, wearing simply improvised girdles of leaves tojmeet the requirements of official civilisation, were seen!advancing up the road bearing their burdens of fire-wood on their heads. In the open space in front ofthe fort the loads were thrown down, and then began)an almost frantic scene of bargaining, such as may b<
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GOLD-SEEKERS AND CANNIBALS 263 seen on a civilised English racecourse as the horsescome down the straight. Food was offered in ex-change for the wood, and in a very few minutes everyparticle had been snatched up and the market wasover. A visit to the Greek trader Karigeorgesi store alsofurnished a strange experience. Needing one or twosmall things for replenishing my stores, I droppedin there to make my purchases. Prices were whatone might truly call a little stiff. A three-pound barof mottled soap cost me 4s. 8d., and one was notencouraged to do more than supply ones bare needs.Whilst I was engaged in making the purchases andchatting, several natives came in, for it was pay-day,and business was at its briskest. One man wantedsome candles, and, picking up a packet, threw downhis pay for the month in the shape of four yards ofdark-blue calico ; the trader nodded assent, and theman went off with his purchase. Another man neededsalt, and brought a small tusk of ivory ; though theivory wa

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