From the Cape to Cairo: The First Traverse of Africa from South to North — Story, Setting & Ideas

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Ewart Grogan and Arthur Sharp's account of the first south-to-north traverse of Africa, combining hunting narratives, encounters with local communities, and reflections on colonial infrastructure, with a preface by Cecil Rhodes.
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*FROM THE CAPE TO CAIRO.*

*THE CAPE TO BEIRA AND THE SABI.*

To describe the first stage of the route from the Cape to Cairo, that is to say, as far as the Zambesi, which I accomplished four years ago, would, if time be counted by progress, be reverting to the Middle Ages. The journey to Buluwayo, which meant four dismal days and three yet more dismal nights, in a most dismal train, whose engine occasionally went off on its own account to get a drink, and nine awful days and nine reckless nights in a Gladstone bag on wheels, labelled coach, can now be accomplished in, I believe, two and a half days in trains that rival in comfort the best efforts of our American cousins. When I think of those awful hundreds of miles through dreary wastes of sand and putrefying carcases, the seemingly impossible country that the Buluwayo road passed through, the water-courses, the hills, the waterless stages, and the final oasis, where one could buy a bottle of beer for 10s. 6d., and a cauliflower for 363., and that now men sit down to their fresh fish or pheasant for breakfast, where the old scramble daily took place for a portion of bully beef and rice; and when I think that the fish and pheasant epoch is already old history, then I know that the hand of a mighty wizard is on the country, and that yet one more name will go down to the coming ages which will loom big midst the giants that have built up an Empire such as the world has never seen. When I think, too, of my numerous friends in the country who have given their heave, some a great heave, some a little heave, yet a heave all together, and who toil on unaware of their own heroism, turning aside as a jest the vituperation of their countrymen; and when I think how I have seen the old Viking blood, long time frozen in Piccadilly and the clubs, burst forth in the old irresistible stream, then I know that it is good to be an Englishman, and a great pity fills me for those whose lives are cast in narrow ways, and who never realise the true significance of _Civis Britannicus sum_.

My first experience of Africa was gained in the second Matabele war, when Rhodesia was yet young. The railway had only reached Mafeking, and my experiences were not such as to make me desire a second visit. But the spirit of the veldt was upon me, and in comfortable England these trials sank into the misty oblivion of the past, and a short twelve months after I again started for those inhospitable shores.

However, I will not weary the reader with what he has had dinned into his ears for the last four years, by describing Rhodesia; nor will I dilate on how, at Lisbon, through a Bucellas-induced haze, I noticed that all the men had a patch in their trousers, all the women were ugly, all the food was dirty, and all the friendly-disposed were thieves, nor will I hurt the feelings of the Deutsch Ost Afrika Cie. by telling how badly managed their boats are; how they are perambulating beershops, disguised as liners; how conducive to sleep is a ten-strong brass band at five yards, seized with religious enthusiasm at 7 a.m. on Sunday morning--all these I will pass over, knowing that a _Cicero redivivus_ alone could do justice to the theme.

The narrative opens with a dedication to Cecil Rhodes and a preface in which Rhodes himself, writing from Government House in Buluwayo, frames Grogan's journey as a youthful Cambridge undergraduate's vacation feat that outdid 'the ponderous explorers of the world.' This framing establishes a tone of imperial ambition and personal adventure. The text then shifts into a detailed account of elephant hunting, where Grogan describes the motion of an elephant as 'exactly similar to the motion of a ship' and the difficulty of retracing his path through thorn jungle after a chase. These early pages reveal a voice that moves between self-deprecating humor and precise natural observation.

Voice and Self-Presentation

Grogan's narrative voice is notably direct and often wry. When he shoots his first elephant, he records that he 'was a proud man' carrying the beast's tail back to camp. Yet he also undercuts his own achievement: the elephant was 'only a small bull.' This blend of pride and modesty recurs. He describes the difficulty of extracting himself from the jungle with the same matter-of-fact tone he uses for negotiating with villagers. The prose is unadorned but vivid, relying on concrete details—the 'short, stubby bristles' of elephant skin, the 'elaborate gate and stockade' of a hidden village—rather than rhetorical flourishes. The co-author Arthur Sharp's contribution is not distinguishable in these excerpts, but the first-person singular suggests Grogan is the primary narrator for the hunting episodes.

Encounters and Cultural Observations

Grogan's interactions with local populations are recorded with a mixture of curiosity and colonial assumptions. When he arrives unexpectedly in a stockaded village, he notes that the inhabitants had 'put the village in a state of defence' after hearing his shots. He defuses the situation by leaning his rifle against a hut and extending his hand—a gesture that 'allayed their suspicions.' Later, he observes that local people refused to eat elephant meat but would eat hippo, calling it 'a very subtle distinction.' Such details offer glimpses of cultural practices, though they are filtered through Grogan's perspective. The text also mentions 'youthful cannibals' who devour boiled elephant trunk, a term that reflects the era's racialized language rather than verified ethnography.

Pace and Structural Rhythm

The excerpts show a clear alternation between action set-pieces and quieter logistical passages. The elephant hunt unfolds in rapid, breathless sentences: 'I tried for the brain-shot with my .303. He threw his trunk into the air, and fell like a rock—dead.' Then the pace slackens as Grogan describes the difficulty of returning through the thornbush, the negotiation for a guide, and the camp routine of buying beans. This rhythm—bursts of physical exertion followed by slower travel and trade—likely structures much of the book. The preface by Rhodes, with its focus on railways and telegraphs, introduces a contrasting thematic pace: the long-term, infrastructural vision of imperial development against the immediate, bodily experience of walking through Africa.

Readers should attend to how Grogan balances the roles of hunter, explorer, and ethnographer. The text rewards attention to small, precise observations—the way thorns swing back into place, the shape of a village stockade—more than to grand declarations. The co-authorship with Sharp may introduce shifts in voice or perspective that are not evident in these excerpts. The book is best approached as a document of its time, revealing both the physical realities of overland travel in 1890s Africa and the imperial mindset that framed it as a 'first traverse.'

That grey afternoon, rain ticking the window, I finished Grogan’s account of marching through scrub and river, his weary certainty about maps and railways. What stayed with me wasn’t the adventure, but the quiet vastness he couldn’t fill. Later, idly, I opened Trans-Himalaya: Discoveries and Adventurers in Tibet. Vol. 2 (of 2) — Themes and Context — and there it was again: that same patient loneliness, only colder, higher, and strangely more at home.

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