Identifier: journeytoashango01duch (find matches)
Title: A journey to Ashango-Land, and further penetration into equatorial Africa
Year: 1874 (1870s)
Authors: Du Chaillu, Paul B. (Paul Belloni), 1835-1903 Owen, Richard, 1804-1892
Subjects: Natural history Ethnology
Publisher: New York, Harper & brothers
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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inmates, myAshango guides holding up a bunch of beads in afriendly way; but all our care was fruitless, for themen, at least, were gone when we came up. Theirflight was very hurried. We hastened to the huts,and luckily found three old women and one youngman, who had not had time to run away, besidesseveral children, the latter hidden in one of the huts. The little holes which serve as doors to the hutswere closed by fresh-gathered branches of trees, withtheir foliage, stuck in the ground. My Ashangoguides tried all they could to calm the fears of thetrembling creatures; telling them that I had come todo them no harm, but had brought some beads togive them. I finally succeeded in approaching them,for fear seemed to have paralysed their powers ofmoving. I gave them some beads, and then mademy Ashango guides tell them that we should comeback the next day with more beads, to givq some toall the women; so they must all be there. One ofthe old women, in the course of a short time, lost all
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Chap. XVI. THE DWARF RACE. 317 her shyness and began to ridicule the men for havingrun away from us. She said they were as timid asthe nchende (squirrel), who cried Que, que, andin squeaking she twisted her little body into oddcontortions, with such droll effect that we all laughed. When I brought out my tape to measure her, herfears returned ; thinking perhaps that it was a kindof snake that I was uncoiling out of its case, shetrembled all over; I told her I was not going tokill her, but it required another present to quiet heragain. I accomplished my task at last. I alsomeasured the young man, who was adult, and pro-bably a fair sample of the male portion of his race. We then returned to Niembouai. I had waited anhour, in the vain hope that the men might comeback to their huts. By the way, the Obongo womenseem to know how to tell lies as well as their country-women of larger growth; for when I inquired wherethe rest of the people were, they at once replied thatthey were gone into th

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