tion>Mary Gaunt
Alone in West Africa
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664573735
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I—SONS OF THE SEA WIFE
CHAPTER II—THE GROUNDNUT COLONY
CHAPTER III—THE WHITE MAN'S GRAVE?
CHAPTER IV—WHERE THE BLACK MAN RULES
CHAPTER VII—ON THE FRENCH BORDER
CHAPTER VIII—ALONE IN WEST AFRICA
CHAPTER X—IN THE PATHS OF THE MEN OF OLD
CHAPTER XI—THE CAPITAL OF THE GOLD COAST COLONY
CHAPTER XII—BLOOD FETISH OF KROBO HILL
CHAPTER XIII—THE FEAR THAT SKULKED BENEATH THE MANGO TREE
CHAPTER XV—CROSSING THE BORDER
CHAPTER XVI—ONE OF THE CURSES OF THE DARK CONTINENT
CHAPTER XVII—GERMAN VERSUS ENGLISH METHODS
CHAPTER XVIII—KETA ON THE SAND
CHAPTER XXI—THE WEST-AFRICAN GOLDFIELDS
CHAPTER XXII—A NEW TRADING CENTRE
CHAPTER XXIII—IN THE HEART OF THE RUBBER COUNTRY
CHAPTER XXV—THE LAND OF OPPORTUNITIES
DEDICATION
To those who have helped me I dedicate this record of my travels in West Africa. Without their help I could have done nothing; it was always most graciously and kindly given and I know not how to show my appreciation of it. “Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor,” is all I can give in return, unless some of them will take this book in very inadequate payment. Sir Charles Lucas, the head of the Colonial Office, gave me letters of introduction, Elder Dempster and Co. gave me a free passage, their captains and their officers put themselves out to help me, Sir George Denton welcomed me to West Africa, and after these comes a long string of people who each and all contributed so much to my welfare that I feel myself ungracious not to mention them all by name. I must thank Messrs Swanzy and Co., who helped me up the Volta and across the unknown country on the German border, and I were churl indeed if I did not remember those men and women of another nation, who received me out of the unknown, fed me, welcomed me, and smoothed my way for me. To each and all then, with this dedication, I offer my most grateful thanks.
ALONE IN WEST AFRICA
CHAPTER I—SONS OF THE SEA WIFE
Hereditary taste for wandering—A first adventure—“Little girls you must not be tired”—How Carlo was captured by savages in West Africa—Life in Ballarat—Nothing for a woman to do but marry—Marriage—Plans for wandering twenty years hence—Life in Warrnambool—Widowhood—May as well travel now there is nothing left—London for an aspirant in literature—Stony streets and drizzling rain—Scanty purse—Visit to the home of a rich African trader—Small successes—At last, at last on board s.s. Gando bound for the Gambia.
“There dwells a wife by the Northern Gate,
And a wealthy wife is she;
She breeds a breed o' rovin' men,
And casts them over sea.”
Sometimes when people ask me with wonder why I
