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West African Studies
Mary Kingsley
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Mary Kingsley
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Contains important eye-witness accounts by English traders who had many years experience in the Delta area.
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West African Studies
Chapter I
Introductory
Regarding a voyage on a West Coast boat, with some observations on the natural history of mariners never before published; to which is added some description of the habits and nature of the ant and other insects, to the end that the new-comer be informed concerning these things before he lands in Afrik.
THERE are some people who will tell you that the labour problem is the most difficult affair that Africa presents to the student; others give the first place to the influence of civilisation on native races, or to the interaction of the interests of the various white Powers on that continent, or to the successful sanitation of the said continent, or some other high-sounding thing; but I, who have an acquaintance with all these matters, and think them well enough, as intellectual exercises, yet look upon them as slight compared to the problem of the West Coast Boat.
Now life on board a West Coast steamer is an important factor in West African affairs, and its influence is far reaching. It is, indeed, akin to what the Press is in England, in that it forms an immense amount of public opinion. It is on board the steamer that men from one part of West Africa meet men from another part of West Africaâparts of West Africa are different. These men talk things over together without explaining them, and the consequence is confusion in idea and the darkening of counsel from the ideas so formed being handed over to people at home who practically know no part of the West Coast whatsoever.
I had an example of this the other day, when a lady said to me in an aggrieved tone, after I had been saying a few words on swamps, âOh, Miss Kingsley, but I thought it was wrong to talk about swamps nowadays, and that Africa was really quite dry. I have a cousin who has been to Accra and he says,â &c. Thatâs the way the formation of an erroneous opinion on West Africa gets started. Many a time have I with a scientific interest watched those erroneous opinions coming out of the egg on a West Coast boat. Say, for example, a Gold Coaster meets on the boat a River-man. River-man in course of conversation, states how, âhearing a fillaloo in the yard one night I got up and found the watchman, going to sleep on the top of the ladder, had just lost a leg by means of one crocodile, while another crocodile was kicking up a deuce of a row climbing up the crane.â Gold Coaster says, âTell that to the Marines.â River-man says, âPerfect fact, Sir, my place swarms with crocodiles. Why, once, when I was,â &c. &c. Anyhow it ends in a row. The Gold Coaster says, âSir, I have been 7 yearsâ (or 13 or some impressive number of years) âon the West Coast of Africa, Sir, and I have never seen a crocodile.â River-man makes remarks on the existence of a toxic state wherein a man canât see the holes in a ladder, for he knows heâs seen hundreds of crocodiles.
I know Gold Coasters say in a trying way when any terrific account of anything comes before them, âOh, that was down in the Rivers,â and one knows what they mean. But donât you go away with the idea that a Gold Coaster cannot turn out a very decent tale; indeed, considering the paucity of their material, they often display the artistic spirit to a most noteworthy degree, but the net result of the conversation on a West African steamboat is error. Parts of it, like the curateâs egg, are quite excellent, but unless you have an acquaintance with the various regions of the Coast to which your various informants refer, you cannot know which is which. Take the above case and analyse it, and you will find it is almost all, on both sides, quite true. I wonât go bail for the crocodile up the crane, but for the watchmanâs leg and the watchman being asleep on the top of the ladder I will, for watchmen will sleep anywhere; and once when I was, &c., I myself saw certainly not less than 70 crocodiles at one time, let alone smelling them, for they do swarm in places and stink always. But on the other hand the Gold Coaster might have remained 7, 13, or any other number of centuries instead of years, in a teetotal state, and yet have never seen a crocodile.
It may seem a reckless thing to say, but I believe that the great percentage of steamboat talk is true; only you must remember that it is not stuff that you can in any way use or rely on unless you know yourself the district from which the information comes, and it must, like all informationâlike all specimens of any kindâbe very carefully ticketed, then and there, as to its giver and its district. In this it is again like the English Press, wherein you may see a statement one day that everything is quite satisfactory, say in Uganda, and in the next issue that there has been a massacre there or some unpleasantness. The two statements have in them the connecting thread of truth, that truth that, according to Fichte, is in all things. The first shows that it is the desire in the official mind that everything should be quite satisfactory to every one; the second, that practically this blessed state has not yet arrivedâthat is all.
I need not, however, further dwell on this complex phase, and will turn to the high educational value of the West African steamboat to the young Coaster, holding that on the conditions under which the Coaster makes his first voyage out to West Africa largely depends whether or no he takes to the Coast. Strange as it is to me, who love West Africa, there are people who have really been there who have not even liked it in the least. These people, I fancy, have not been properly brought up in a suitable academy as I was.
Doubtless a P. & O. is a good preparatory school for India, or a Union, or Castle liner for the Cape, or an Empereza Nacional simply superb for a Portuguese West Coast Possession, but for the Bights, especially for the terrible Bight of Benin, âwhere for one that comes out there are forty stay in,â I have no hesitation in recommending the West Coast cargo boat. Not one of the best ships in the fleet, mind you; they are well enough to come home in, and so on, but you must go on a steamer that has her saloon aft on your first trip out or you will never understand West Africa.
It was on such a steamer that I made my first voyage out in â˛93, when, acting under the advice of most eminent men, before whose names European Science trembles, I resolved that the best place to study early religion and law, and collect fishes, was the West Coast of Africa.
On reaching Liverpool, where I knew no one and of which I knew nothing in â˛93, I found the boat I was to go by was a veteran of the fleet. She had her saloon aft, and I am bound to say her appearance was anything but reassuring to the uninitiated and alarmed young Coaster, depressed by the direful prophecies of deserted friends concerning all things West African. Dirt and greed were that vesselâs most obvious attributes. The dirt rapidly disappeared, and by the time she reached the end of her trip out, at Loanda, she was as neat as a new pin, for during the voyage every inch of paint work was scraped and re-painted, from the red below her Plimsoll mark to the uttermost top of her black funnel. But on the day when first we met these things were yet to be. As for her greed, her owners had evidently then done all they could to satisfy her. She was heavily laden, her holds more full than many a better shipâs; but no, she was not content, she did not even pretend to be, and shamelessly whistled and squarked for more. So, evidently just to gratify her, they sent her a lighter laden with kegs of gunpowder, and she grunted contentedly as she saw it come alongside. But she was not really entirely content even then, or satisfied. I donât suppose, between ourselves, any South West Coast boat ever is, and during the whole time I was on her, devoted to her as I rapidly became, I saw only too clearly that the one thing she really cared for was cargo. It was the criterion by which she measured the importance, nay the very excuse for existence, of a port. If she is ever sold to other owners and sent up the Mediterranean, she will anathematise Malta and scorn Naples. âWhat! no palm oil!â sheâll say; âno rubber? Call yourself a port!â and tie her whistle string to a stanchion until the authorities bring off her papers and let her clear away. Every one on board her she infected with a commercial spirit. I am not by nature a commercial man myself, yet under her influence I found myself selling paraffin oil in cases in the Bights: and even to missionaries and Government officials travelling on her in between ports, she suggested the advisability of having out churches, houses, &c., in sections carefully marked with her name.
As we ran down the Irish Channel and into the Bay of Biscay, the weather was what the mariners termed âa bit fresh.â Our craft was evidently a wet ship, either because she was nervous and femininely flurried when she saw a large wave coming, or, as I am myself inclined to believe, because of her insatiable mania for shipping cargo. Anyhow, she habitually sat down in the rise of those waves, whereby, from whatever motive, she managed to ship a good deal of the Atlantic Ocean in various sized sections.
Her saloon, as aforesaid, was aft, and I observed it was the duty, in order to keep it dry, of any one near the main door who might notice a ton or so of the fourth element coming aboard, to seize up three cocoa-fibre mats, shut three cabin doors and yell âBill!â After doing this they were seemingly at full liberty to retire into the saloon and dam the Atlantic Ocean, and remark, âItâs a dogâs life at sea.â I never noticed âBillâ come in answer to this performance, so I was getting to regard âBillâ as an invocation to a weather Ju Ju; but this was hasty, for one night in the Bay I was roused by a new noise, and on going into the saloon to see what it was, found the stewardess similarly engaged; mutually we discovered, in the dim lightâshe wasnât the boat to go and throw away money on electricâthat it was the piano adrift off its daĂŻs, and we steered for it. Very cleverly we fielded en route a palm in pot complete, but shipped some beer and Worcester sauce bottles that came at us from the rack over the table, whereby we got a bit messy and sticky about the hair and a trifle cut; nevertheless, undaunted we held our course and seized the instrument, instinctively shouting âBill,â and âBillâ came, in the form of a sandy-haired steward, amiable in nature and striking in costume.
After the first three or four days, a calm despair regarding the fate of my various lost belongings and myself having come on me, and the weather having moderated, I began to make observations on what manner of men my fellow-passengers were. I found only two species of the genus Coaster, the Government official and the trading Agent, were represented; so far we had no missionaries. I decided to observe those species we had quietly, having heard awful accounts of them before leaving England, but to reserve final judgment on them until they had quite recovered from seasickness and had had a night ashore. Some of the Agents soon revived sufficiently to give copious information on the dangers and mortality of West Africa to those on board who were going down Coast for the first time, and the captain and doctor chipped in ever and anon with a particularly convincing tale of horror in support of their statements. This used to be the sort of thing. One of the Agents would look at the Captain during a meal-time, and say, âYou remember J., Captain?â âKnew him well,â says the Captain; âwhy I brought him out his last time, poor chap!â then follows full details of the pegging-out of J., and his funeral, &c. Then a Government official who had been out before, would kindly turn to a colleague out for the first time, and say, âBrought any dress clothes with you?â The unfortunate new-comer, scenting an allusion to a more cheerful phase of Coast life, gladly answers in the affirmative.
âThatâs right,â says the interlocutor; âyou want them to wear at funerals. Do you know,â he remarks, turning to another old Coaster, âmy dress trousers did not get mouldy once last wet season.â
âGet along,â says his friend, âyou canât hang a thing up twenty-four hours without its being fit to graze a cow on.â
âDo you get anything else but fever down there?â asks a new-comer, nervously.
âHavenât time as a general rule, but I have known some fellows get kraw kraw.â
âAnd the Portuguese itch, abscesses, ulcers, the Guinea worm and the smallpox,â observe the chorus calmly.
âWell,â says the first answerer, kindly but regretfully, as if it pained him to admit this wealth of disease was denied his particular locality; âthey are mostly on the South West Coast.â And then a gentleman says parasites are, as far as he knows, everywhere on the Coast, and some of them several yards long. âDo you remember poor C.?â says he to the Captain, who gives his usual answer, âKnew him well. Ah! poor chap, there was quite a quantity of him eaten away, inside and out, with parasites, and a quieter, better living man than C. there never was.â âNever,â says the chorus, sweeping away the hope that by taking care you may keep clear of such thingsâthe new Coasterâs great hope. âWhere do you callâ?â says a young victim consigned to that port. Some say it is on the South-west, but opinions differ, still the victim is left assured that it is just about the best place on the seaboard of the continent for a man to go to who wants to make himself into a sort of complete hospital course for a set of medical students.
This instruction of the young in the charms of Coast life is the faithfully discharged mission of the old Coasters on steamboats, especially, as aforesaid, at meal times. Desperate victims sometimes determine to keep the conversation off fever, but to no avail. It is in the air you breath, mentally and physically; one will mention a lively and amusing work, some one cuts in and observes âPoor D. was found dead in bed at C. with that book alongside him.â With all subjects it is the same. Keep clear of it in conversation, for even a half hour, you cannot. Far better is it for the young Coaster not to try, but just to collect all the anecdotes and information you can referring to it, and then lie low for a new Coaster of your own to tell them to; and when your own turn comes, as come it will if you haunt the West Coast long enough, to peg out and be poor so and so yourself. For goodness sake die somewhere where they havenât got the cemetery on a hill, because going up a hill in shirt collars, &c., will cause your mourners to peg out too, at least this is the lesson I was taught in that excellent West Coast school.
When, however, there is no new Coaster to instruct on hand, or he is tired for ten minutes of doing it, the old Coaster discourses with his fellow old Coasters on trade products and insects. Every attention should be given to him on these points. On trade products I will discourse elsewhere; but insects it is well that the new comer should know about before he sets foot on Africa. On some West Coast boats excellent training is afforded by the supply of cockroaches on board, and there is nothing like getting used to cockroaches early when your life is going to be spent on the Coastâbut I need not detain you with them now, merely remarking that they have none of the modest reticence of the European variety. They are very companionable, seeking rather than shunning human society, nestling in the bunk with you if the weather is the least chilly, and I fancy not averse to light; it is true they come out most at night, but then they distinctly like a bright light, and you can watch them in a tight packed circle round the lamp with their heads towards it, twirling their antennae at it with evident satisfaction; in fact itâs the lively nights those cockroaches have that keep them abed during the day. They are sometimes of great magnitude; I have been assured by observers of them in factories ashore and on moored hulks that they can stand on their hind legs and drink out of a quart jug, but the most common steamer kind is smaller, as far as my own observations go. But what I do object to in them is, that they fly and feed on your hair and nails and disturb your sleep by so doing; and you maynât smash themâthey make an awful mess on the deck if you do. As for insect powder, well, Iâd like to see the insect powder that would disturb the digestion of a West African insect.
But itâs against the insects ashore that you have to be specially warned. During my first few weeks of Africa I took a general, natural historical interest in them with enthusiasm as of natural history; it soon became a mere sporting one, though equally enthusiastic at first. Afterwards a nearly complete indifference set in, unless some wretch aroused a vengeful spirit in me by stinging or biting. I should say, looking back calmly upon the matter, that 75 per cent, of West African insects sting, 5 per cent, bite, and the rest are either permanently or temporarily parasitic on the human race. And undoubtedly one of the many worst things you can do in West Africa is to take any notice of an insect. If you see a thing that looks like a cross between a flying lobster and the figure of Abraxas on a Gnostic gem, do not pay it the least attention, never mind where it is; just keep quiet and hope it will go awayâfor thatâs your best chance; you have none in a stand-up fight with a good thorough-going African insect. Well do I remember, at Cabinda, the way insects used to come in round the hanging lamp at dinner time. Mosquitoes were pretty bad there, not so bad as in some other places, but sufficient, and after them hawking came a cloud of dragon-flies, swishing in front of every oneâs face, which was worrying till you got used to it. Ever and anon a big beetle with a terrific boom on would sweep in, go two or three times round the room and then flop into the soup plate, out of that, shake himself like a retriever and bang into some oneâs face, then flop on the floor. Orders were then calmly but firmly given to the steward boys to âcatchâemâ; down on the floor went the boys, and an exciting hunt took place which sometimes ended in the capture of the offender, but always seemed to irritate a previously quiet insect population, who forthwith declared war on the human species, and fastened on to the nearest leg. It is best, as I have said, to leave insects alone. Of course you cannot ignore Driver ants, they wonât go away, but the same principle reversed is best for them, namely, your going away yourself.
One way and another we talked a good deal of insects as well as fever on theââ, but she herself was fairly free from these until she got a chance of shipping; then, of course, she did her bestâwith the flea line at Canary, mixed assortment at Sierra Leone, scorpions and centipedes in the Timber ports, heavy cargo of the beetle and mangrove-fly line, with mosquitoes for dunnage, in the Oil Rivers; it was not till she reached Congoâbut of that anon.
We duly reached Canary. This port I had been to the previous year on a Castle liner, having, in those remote and dark ages, been taught to believe that Liverpool boats were to be avoided; I was, so far, in a state of mere transition of opinion from this view to the one I at present hold, namely, that Liverpool West African Boats are quite the most perfect things in their way, and, at any rate, good enough for me.
I need not discourse on the Grand Canary; there are many better descriptions of that lovely island, and likewise of its sister...
Table of contents
- Cover
- Half Title
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Contents
- Preface
- Introduction to Second Edition
- List of Illustrations
- Introduction to Third Edition
- Chapter I: Introductory
- Chapter II: Sierra Leone and its Surroundings
- Chapter III: African Characteristics
- Chapter IV: Fishing in West Africa
- Chapter V: Fetish
- Chapter VI: Schools of Fetish
- Chapter VII: Fetish and Witchcraft
- Chapter VIII: African Medicine
- Chapter IX: The Witch Doctor
- Chapter X: Early Trade in West Africa
- Chapter XI: French Discovery of West Africa
- Chapter XII: Commerce in West Africa
- Chapter XIII: The Crown Colony System
- Chapter XIV: The Crown Colony System in West Africa
- Chapter XV: More of the Crown Colony System
- Chapter XVI: The Clash of Cultures
- Chapter XVII: An Alternative Plan
- Chapter XVIII: African Property
- Chapter XIX: West African Property
- Chapter XX: African Religion and Law
- Chapter XXI: Imperialism
- Chapter XXII: Imperialism in West Africa
- Appendix I: Trade Goods Used in the Early Trade with Africa as Given by Barbot and Other Writers of the Seventeenth Century
- Appendix II: An Early African Voyage
- Index