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I.
Robert Gregory was proud of his house. A Colonial Bishop, pa.s.sing through on his way to England, stayed with Gregory; in his bread-and-b.u.t.ter letter he wrote:
"... I think your house the most beautiful and unique in Central Africa...."
Unique perhaps it was, but scarcely beautiful.
When all is said and done, it was merely the ordinary bungalow of which one finds examples all over Africa. In size it was very modest, having only a hall, with a dining-room on one side and a bedroom on the other.
There were in addition various excrescences, termed locally "lean-to's."
One of these was a pantry, another a storeroom, a third a bathroom, and so on. No, it must have been to the interior decorations that the Bishop referred.
Gregory hoped to marry when next he went to England. During his last visit to the old country, on leave, he became engaged.
The woman of his choice had once remarked to him: "I do hope you have heaps and heaps of curios."
On his return to Africa Gregory began to collect curios, and now he had indeed "heaps and heaps" of them. You see, he had his excuses.
On the walls of the hall were trophies of a.s.segais and s.h.i.+elds. These trophies were arranged in the approved armoury manner; that is to say, a s.h.i.+eld in the centre with a.s.segai blades radiating from it in all directions.
Flanking each of the princ.i.p.al trophies were lesser ones, composed of battle-axes in groups of two or three. These battle-axes were murderous-looking things. The heads of some were crescent-shaped, others were merely wedges of metal.
In the intervening s.p.a.ces were a variety of knives remarkable chiefly for their sheaths, which were curiously shaped and carved. There was a dado, too, round the wall, made of arrows arranged head downwards towards the floor. These were surmounted by bows fixed horizontally to the wall; they completed the dado, as it were.
On the other two sides ancient guns of various makes and ages took the place of the arrows. There were flint locks, Tower muskets, Portuguese, French and German smooth-bore rifles, gaily decorated by native owners with bands of highly polished copper round the barrel and bra.s.s-headed nails driven into the stock.
On a shelf, which ran round the hall a few feet from the ceiling, were specimens of native pottery. Some were highly coloured, others dull red.
All had curious patterns scratched on them, done before baking, and most of them bore fire marks and other evidence that their makers were somewhat lacking in the potter's skill. The shapes, however, were pleasing.
The dining-room held a miscellaneous collection. The princ.i.p.al objects were musical instruments, chiefly of the harmonica variety, strips of hard wood suspended over gourds of different sizes. In the bad old days human skulls were used in place of gourds. But there were many others, both string and wind instruments, and some rattles.
In this room was also a collection of snuff boxes; nearly all of them were minute gourds, differing one from another in decoration. Some were completely covered with gaily coloured beads affixed cunningly and in pleasing patterns. Some were banded with beads, which gave them the appearance of small school globes. Others, again, were simply carved in relief, whilst a few were decorated with plaited bra.s.s, copper, or iron wire. All were very neatly made.
Occupying a s.p.a.ce between a window and a door was a unique collection of snuff spoons. These were nearly all made of bright metal. Not only do the natives use them for taking snuff, but also for preparing to take snuff and for recovering after snuffing. To be quite plain, they use them as our snuff-taking ancestors used their bandannas. They have yet a third use, namely, sc.r.a.ping the skin on a hot day.
The only reason why Gregory had so many of these nasty little implements was that they were so neatly made and in such diversity of pattern.
In the s.p.a.ces usually occupied by pictures were specimens of the native weavers' art, very highly coloured cloths of coa.r.s.e texture. On shelves over the doors and windows of his dining-room were pots, mugs, bowls, and platters of carved wood. The patterns were curiously like those one finds on early pottery dug up in such quant.i.ties and in so many spots along the sh.o.r.es of the Mediterranean. A kaross or skin blanket was thrown over the back of almost every chair and covered the one settee.
There was hardly anything of European manufacture in the hall and dining-room. Even the tables and chairs were native made and of country timber. In place of carpets, the floors were covered with rush and reed mats ornamented with strange patterns done in brightly dyed bark and fibre.
The bedroom alone held nothing but European furniture.
The collection was certainly a remarkable one--I have not attempted a complete inventory--and Gregory had taken great pains to arrange it, as some would say, artistically.
One day five natives arrived carrying a letter addressed to Gregory. It was from a woman, Chief in her own right. It ran as follows:
APRIL.
MY FRIEND,
I send to you my servant Siadiadiadi with four others. As I cannot come to you myself I send my five people. I have heard much of your fine house and wish to see it. As I am old I send my people that they may see it and bring me word of it. I ask you to let them see it for three days, and on the fourth they shall return to me.
I am well and all my people are well, but the cattle have a disease. I hope you are well.
I must close my letter now with greetings.
Your faithful friend,
MOVANA.
Written by interpreter Jacob Mazuni.
I believe Gregory was pleased: at any rate he permitted the messengers to see his house. For the full three days they stayed. He often found them agape in the hall or in the dining room, taking mental notes. It was clear that the five natives were much impressed. Whenever Gregory entered the house, they saluted him and crept silently out. There was no reason to guard against theft; uncivilised natives do not steal.
On the fourth day Siadiadiadi and his companions thanked Gregory in the name of their mistress and went away.
O wad some power the giftie gie us To see oorsel's as ithers see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us And foolish notion.
II.
Some six months later Gregory, travelling to the extreme limit of his district, found himself within easy distance of the village occupied by the Chieftainess who had been so curious about his house. He felt inclined to go out of his way to see her. When he was resting at midday a native brought him a letter which helped him to make up his mind to do so.
MY FRIEND,
I hear that you have arrived near to my village. Please come and see my house. I think you will like it. Hoping you are well, with greetings.
Your faithful friend,
MOVANA.
Written by interpreter Jacob Mazuni. I, too, send greetings.
So Gregory went to see the house.
Outside the village he was met by the usual gathering of elderly headmen, polite and dignified, who led him to the door of their Chief's house.
The house was barnlike, with a high, well-thatched roof.
At the entrance stood the owner. She was very stout and wore a print dress. A red shawl was thrown over her shoulders, and she had a very small straw hat perched on her large, woolly head. Gregory noticed that the hat was very much on one side. Her feet were bare.
After unusually hearty greetings she led the white man into her house.
When Gregory stepped over the threshold he stopped and stood looking from wall to wall aghast. The old black woman interpreted his open mouth to indicate admiration, wonder. This is what he saw.
On a deal table a complete toilet set. Complete to the extent that it included two of those very intimate pieces of domestic furniture seldom seen outside the shops where toilet ware is sold, and surely never before exhibited with pride by the owner. Hanging awkwardly from a nail in the wall, a slop pail of enamelled iron. This was supported on the one side by a dustpan and brush, on the other by a pair of elastic-sided boots. On each side of this remarkable trophy were pinned two very ordinary coloured pocket handkerchiefs.