Mmm.
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Lucky Strike. My only comfort right now
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The most important tribe that I met in the basin of the Welle is the Azande. Before the European occupation of the country they were passionately devoted to cannibalism, and for this reason were known to their neighbours as the Nyam-nyam
excerpt from:
THRICE THROUGH THE DARK CONTINENT
A Record of Journeyings across Africa during the years 1913-16
by J. DU PLESSIS, B.A., B.D.
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“ I had brought with me from London a portable hornless gramophone, and from time to time I would fetch this instrument out of its case, to beguile my own tedium and to astonish the natives. When this magic box first made its weird sounds heard in Lame, the natives drew off in terror, all except the young chief, who was a most intelligent fellow. He insisted on more and yet more ; and when I closed the box and packed up the
instrument at the end of the morning’s performance, he returned home unsatisfied. In the afternoon he was at the bariki again, begging for more gramophone. I was feeling very seedy, and so could not oblige him; but while I was explaining the why and the wherefore of my disinclination, a boy came to announce that two small antelopes were grazing near by. My headache was not so unbearable that I could not shoulder my rifle and creep up under shelter of some low bushes. In fifteen minutes’ time I was back with a female burrewa (gazella rufifrons). The chief and his following looked at me with great respect, and I felt that my success with the rifle had considerably enhanced the prestige with which the gramophone had already endowed me. And so we parted, the sariki of Lame and I, with mutual expressions of hearty good will. „
instrument at the end of the morning’s performance, he returned home unsatisfied. In the afternoon he was at the bariki again, begging for more gramophone. I was feeling very seedy, and so could not oblige him; but while I was explaining the why and the wherefore of my disinclination, a boy came to announce that two small antelopes were grazing near by. My headache was not so unbearable that I could not shoulder my rifle and creep up under shelter of some low bushes. In fifteen minutes’ time I was back with a female burrewa (gazella rufifrons). The chief and his following looked at me with great respect, and I felt that my success with the rifle had considerably enhanced the prestige with which the gramophone had already endowed me. And so we parted, the sariki of Lame and I, with mutual expressions of hearty good will. „
THRICE THROUGH THE DARK CONTINENT
A Record of Journeyings across Africa during the years 1913-16
by J. DU PLESSIS, B.A., B.D.
“…to astonish the natives…” Oh my stomach aches, tears are streaming…
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Munchi woman
“The Munchi language reveals not the slightest resemblance to the Bantu type of African speech. It is indeed a Melchizedek of a language, without any traceable descent from parent tongues, and without any known relations to which it bears even the most superficial likeness. Koelle places it under the category of unclassified and isolated languages, being languages which do not evince a striking glossarial affinity with any of the languages previously enumerated, or with one another. At that we may leave it. The origin of the Munchi language is as obscure as the origin of the Munchi people. The two problems are dependent upon one another. Had we any definite knowledge as to the cradle of the Munchi race, we might find some light cast upon the primitive Munchi speech. On the other hand, could we discover a language with a family resemblance to the Munchi tongue, we might derive from it a suggestion as to the original home of the tribe. But we have neither, and the whole question is wrapped in that profound darkness that broods over the past of the Dark Continent.”
excerpt from
THRICE THROUGH THE DARK CONTINENT
A Record of Journeyings across Africa during the years 1913-16
by J. DU PLESSIS, B.A., B.D.
Professor in the Theological Seminary of the Dutch Reformed Church, Stellenbosch, South Africa.
Author of ‘A History of Christian Missions in South Africa’, ‘A Thousand Miles in the Heart of Africa’, etc.
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They forgot to add me to that list.
Obsolete.via swissmiss
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Armand Jean du Plessis de Richelieu, Cardinal-Duc de Richelieu (9 September 1585 – 4 December 1642)
Hey! This dude’s got my surname… Gramps? Is that you?
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Jan van Riebeeck - founder of the most beautiful city on earth - Cape Town
