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Chapter 5 - Positioning
TRUE/FALSE
3. Positioning is about identity (i.e., who you are in the marketplace vis-à-vis the competition).
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NAT: BUSPROG Analytic LOC: DISC: Marketing Plan
TOP: What is Positioning and Why is it Probably the Most Important Aspect of
Marketing? KEY: Bloom's: Knowledge
MSC: MBA: Knowledge of General Business Functions
5. Positioning is about designing a product to have benefits that the target segment will value.
6. Alexis is in charge of designing a new product for her company. The research data she
collected suggests the benefits to her target segment will be minimal. Based on this
information, Alexis will have a difficult time positioning this new product.
8. Perceptual maps allow managers to see graphical depictions of where their brands are, and
where their competitors are, in the minds of their customers.
9. Holes in perceptual maps identify areas of fierce competition among an industry’s firms.
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10. Customer segments shown on perceptual maps offer marketing managers information about
what’s going on in the marketplace.
11. On a perceptual map, brands depicted as points in the map close together are those
perceived as similar.
12. One question always on the minds of marketers is, “Is my intended position the one that
customers perceive?”
14. Some perceptual maps contain descriptors for a single service provider.
15. With time, it’s hard for a company to resist raising prices, or letting quality settle a little
lower due to cost cutting measures.
16. Just as consumers are demanding, wanting the very best of everything, companies can be
equally irrational.
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NAT: BUSPROG Analytic LOC: DISC: Marketing Plan
TOP: The Positioning Matrix KEY: Bloom's: Knowledge
MSC: MBA: Knowledge of human behavior & society
17. Simultaneously being the “coolest” brand and offering the best value is a reasonable
positioning objective.
18. Brands occasionally come along that are priced high but offer low quality.
20. Three basic corporate strategies to creating value and achieving market stature are
operational excellence, product leadership, and customer intimacy.
21. Joe’s company prides itself on efficient production and delivery of products, in addition to
offering low prices and convenience to its customers. The strategy most likely being
employed by Joe’s company is Product Leadership.
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NAT: BUSPROG Analytic LOC: DISC: Strategy
TOP: The Positioning Matrix KEY: Bloom's: Application
MSC: MBA: Managing Strategy & Innovation
24. If a brand has an exclusive image and distribution chain, it needs to promote it as much as
possible.
25. The three basic corporate strategies to creating value and achieving market stature were
originally described by Michael Treacy and Fred Wiersema in The Discipline of Market
Leaders.
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note to the Dahoman character. In no place in the world is human life
sacrificed with such prodigality and with such ostentation.
In most countries, after a criminal is executed, the body is allowed to
be buried, or, at the most, is thrown to the beasts and the birds. In
Dahome the skull of the victim is cleansed, and used as an ornament of
some building, or as an appendage to the court and its precincts.
Consequently, the one object which strikes the eye of a traveller is the
human skull. The walls are edged with skulls, skulls are heaped in dishes
before the king, skulls are stuck on the tops of poles, skulls are used as
the heads of banner staves, skulls are tied to dancers, and all the temples,
or Ju-ju houses, are almost entirely built of human skulls. How they
come to be in such profusion we shall see presently.
Horrible and repulsive as this system is, we ought to remember that
even in England, in an age when art and literature were held in the
highest estimation, the quartered bodies of persons executed for high
treason were exposed on the gates of the principal cities, and that in the
very heart of the capital their heads were exhibited up to a comparatively
recent date. This practice, though not of so wholesale a character as the
“Custom” of Dahome, was yet identical with it in spirit.
As the Amazons, or female soldiers, have been mentioned, they will
be here briefly described. This celebrated force consists wholly of
women, officers as well as privates. They hold a high position at court,
and, as has already been mentioned, are of such importance that each
Amazon possesses at least one slave. In their own country they are called
by two names, Akho-si, i. e. the King’s wives, and Mi-no, i. e. our
mothers; the first name being given to them on the lucus a non lucendo
principle, because they are not allowed to be the wives of any man, and
the second being used as the conventional title of respect. The real wives
of the king do not bear arms, and though he sometimes does take a fancy
to one of his women soldiers, she may not assume the position of a
regular wife.
About one-third of the Amazons have been married, but the rest are
unmarried maidens. Of course it is needful that such a body should
observe strict celibacy, if their efficiency is to be maintained, and
especial pains are taken to insure this object. In the first place, the
strictest possible watch is kept over them, and, in the second, the power
of superstition is invoked. At one of the palace gates, called significantly
Agbodewe, i. e. the Discovery Gate, is placed a potent fetish, who
watches over the conduct of the Amazons, and invariably discovers the
soldier who breaks the most important of the military laws. The
Amazons are so afraid of this fetish, that when one of them has
transgressed she has been known to confess her fault, and to give up the
name of her partner in crime, even with the knowledge that he will die a
cruel death, and that she will be severely punished, and probably be
executed by her fellow-soldiers. Besides, there is a powerful esprit de
corps reigning among the Amazons, who are fond of boasting that they
are not women, but men.
They certainly look as if they were, being, as a rule, more masculine in
appearance than the male soldiers, tall, muscular, and possessed of
unflinching courage and ruthless cruelty. To help the reader to a clearer
idea of this stalwart and formidable soldiery, two full-length portraits are
given on the next page. Bloodthirsty and savage as are the Dahomans
naturally, the Amazons take the lead in both qualities, seeming to avenge
themselves, as it were, for the privations to which they are doomed. The
spinster soldiers are women who have been selected by the king from the
families of his subjects, he having the choice of them when they arrive at
marriageable age; and the once married soldiers are women who have
been detected in infidelity, and are enlisted instead of executed, or wives
who are too vixenish toward their husbands, and so are appropriately
drafted into the army, where their combative dispositions may find a
more legitimate object.
In order to increase their bloodthirsty spirit, and inspire a feeling of
emulation, those who have killed an enemy are allowed to exhibit a
symbol of their prowess. They remove the scalp, and preserve it for
exhibition on all reviews and grand occasions. They have also another
decoration, equivalent to the Victoria Cross of England, namely, a cowrie
shell fastened to the butt of the musket. After the battle is over, the
victorious Amazon smears part of the rifle butt with the blood of the
fallen enemy, and just before it dries spreads another layer. This is done
until a thick, soft paste is formed, into which the cowrie is pressed. The
musket is then laid in the sun, and when properly dry the shell is firmly
glued to the weapon.
The possession of this trophy is eagerly coveted by the Amazons, and,
after a battle, those who have not slain an enemy with their own hand are
half-maddened with envious jealousy when they see their more
successful sisters assuming the coveted decoration. One cowrie is
allowed for each dead man, and some of the boldest and fiercest of the
Amazons have their musket butts completely covered with cowries
arranged in circles, stars, and similar patterns.
The dress of the Amazons varies slightly according to the position
which they occupy. The ordinary uniform is a blue and white tunic of
native cloth, but made without sleeves, so as to allow full freedom to the
arms. Under this is a sort of shirt or kilt, reaching below the knees, and
below the shirt the soldier wears a pair of short linen trousers. Round the
waist is girded the ammunition-belt, which is made exactly on the same
principle as the bandolier of the Middle Ages. It consists of some thirty
hollow wooden cylinders sticking into a leathern belt, each cylinder
containing one charge of powder. When they load their guns, the
Amazons merely pour the powder down the barrel, and ram the bullet
after it, without taking the trouble to introduce wadding of any
description, so that the force of the powder is much wasted, and the
direction of the bullet very uncertain. Partly owing to the great windage
caused by the careless loading and badly fitting balls, and partly on
account of the inferiority of the powder, the charges are twice as large as
would be required by a European soldier.
Captain Burton rightly stigmatizes the existence of such an army as an
unmixed evil, and states that it is one of the causes which will one day
cause the kingdom of Dahome to be obliterated from the earth. “The
object of Dahoman wars and invasions has always been to lay waste and
to destroy, not to aggrandize.
“As the history puts it, the rulers have ever followed the example of
Agaja, the second founder of the kingdom; aiming at conquest and at
striking terror, rather than at accretion and consolidation. Hence there
has been a decrease of population with an increase of territory, which is
to nations the surest road to ruin. In the present day the wars have
dwindled to mere slave hunts—a fact it is well to remember.
“The warrior troops, assumed to number 2,500, should represent 7,500
children; the waste of reproduction and the necessary casualties of
‘service’ in a region so depopulated are as detrimental to the body politic
as a proportionate loss of blood would be to the body personal. Thus the
land is desert, and the raw material of all industry, man, is everywhere
wanting.”
(1.) “THE BELL COMES.”
(See page 567.)
(2.) DAHOMAN AMAZONS.
(See page 568.)
Fierce, cruel, relentless, deprived by severe laws of all social ties, the
women soldiers of Dahome are the only real fighters, the men soldiers
being comparatively feeble and useless. They are badly and
miscellaneously armed, some having trade guns, but the greater number
being only furnished with bow and arrow, swords, or clubs. All,
however, whether male or female, are provided with ropes wherewith to
bind their prisoners, slave hunts being in truth the real object of
Dahoman warfare. From his profound knowledge of negro character,
Captain Burton long ago prophesied that the kingdom of Dahome was on
the wane, and that “weakened by traditional policy, by a continual scene
of blood, and by the arbitrary measures of her king, and demoralized by
an export slave-trade, by close connection with Europeans, and by
frequent failure, this band of black Spartans is rapidly falling into
decay.”
He also foretold that the king’s constant state of warfare with
Abeokuta was a political mistake, and that the Egbas would eventually
prove to be the conquerors. How true these remarks were has been
proved by the events of the last few years. The king Gelele made his
threatened attack on Abeokuta, and was hopelessly beaten. In spite of the
reckless courage of the Amazons, who fought like so many mad dogs,
and were assisted by three brass six-pounder field guns, his attack failed,
and his troops were driven off with the loss of a vast number of
prisoners, while the killed were calculated at a thousand.
How recklessly these Amazons can fight is evident from their
performances at a review. In this part of the country the simple
fortifications are made of the acacia bushes, which are furnished with
thorns of great length and sharpness, and are indeed formidable
obstacles. At a review witnessed by Mr. Duncan, and finely illustrated
for the reader on the 576th page, model forts were constructed of these
thorns, which were heaped up into walls of some sixty or seventy feet in
thickness and eight in height. It may well be imagined that to cross such
ramparts as these would be no easy task, even to European soldiers,
whose feet are defended by thick-soled boots, and that to a barefooted
soldiery they must be simply impregnable. Within the forts were built
strong pens seven feet in height, inside of which were cooped up a vast
number of male and female slaves belonging to the king.
The review began by the Amazons forming with shouldered arms
about two hundred feet in front of the strong fort, and waiting for the
word of command. As soon as it was given, they rushed forward,
charged the solid fence as though thorns were powerless against their
bare feet, dashed over it, tore down the fence, and returned to the king in
triumph, leading with them the captured slaves, and exhibiting also the
scalps of warriors who had fallen in previous battles, but who were
conventionally supposed to have perished on the present occasion. So
rapid and fierce was the attack, that scarcely a minute had elapsed after
the word of command was given and when the women were seen
returning with their captives.
The organization of the Amazonian army is as peculiar as its
existence. The regiment is divided into three battalions, namely, the
centre and two wings. The centre, or Fanti battalion, is somewhat
analogous to our Guards, and its members distinguished by wearing on
the head a narrow white fillet, on which are sewed blue crocodiles. This
ornament was granted to them by the king, because one of their number
once killed a crocodile. As a mark of courtesy, the king generally confers
on his distinguished visitors the honorary rank of commander of the
Fanti battalion, but this rank does not entitle him even to order the corps
out for a review.
The Grenadiers are represented by the Blunderbuss Company, who are
selected for their size and strength, and are each followed by a slave
carrying ammunition. Equal in rank to them are the sharpshooters, or
“Sure-to-kill” Company, the Carbineers, and the Bayonet Company.
The women of most acknowledged courage are gathered into the
Elephant Company, their special business being to hunt the elephant for
the sake of its tusks, a task which they perform with great courage and
success, often bringing down an elephant with a single volley from their
imperfect weapons.
The youngest, best-looking, most active and neatly dressed, are the
archers. They are furnished with very poor weapons, usually bow and
small arrows, and a small knife. Indeed, they are more for show than for
use, and wear by way of uniform a dress more scanty than that of the
regular army, and are distinguished also by an ivory bracelet on the left
arm, and a tattoo extending to the knee. They are specially trained in
dancing, and, when in the field, they are employed as messengers and in
carrying off the dead and wounded. Their official title is Go-hen-to, i. e.
the bearers of quivers.
The greater number of the Amazons are of course line-soldiers, and if
they only had a little knowledge of military manœuvres, and could be
taught to load properly, as well as to aim correctly, would treble their
actual power. Their manœuvres, however, are compared by Captain
Burton to those of a flock of sheep, and they have such little knowledge
of concerted action that they would be scattered before a charge of the
very worst troops in Europe.
Lastly come the razor women. This curious body is intended for
striking terror into the enemy, the soldiers being armed with a large
razor, that looks exactly as if it had been made for the clown in a
pantomime. The blade is about two feet in length, and the handle of
course somewhat larger, and, when opened, the blade is kept from
shutting by a spring at the back. It is employed for decapitating
criminals, but by way of a weapon it is almost worse than useless, and
quite as likely to wound the person who holds it as it is him against
whom it is directed. The razor was invented by a brother of the late King
Gezo. On the 558th page is an illustration of one of the war-drums of the
Amazons. It was taken from the slain warriors in the attack upon
Abeokuta.
CHAPTER LVI.
DAHOME—Continued.
We now pass to the Grand Customs of Dahome, which only take place
once in a monarch’s lifetime. This fearful ceremony, or rather series of
ceremonies, is performed in honor of a deceased king, and the duty of
carrying it out devolves upon his successor. Each king tries to outvie his
predecessor by sacrificing a greater number of victims, or by inventing
some new mode of performing the sacrifice. In consequence of this habit
the mode of conducting the Grand Custom is so exceedingly variable
that a full description would entail a narration of the Custom as
performed by each successive king.
It has already been stated that the victims are carefully saved for the
purpose, Custom Day being the only general execution time in the year;
and in consequence, if a new king finds that he has not a sufficient
number of victims to do honor to his father’s memory, and at least to
equal those whom his father sacrificed when he came to the throne, he
must wait until the required number can be made up.
The usual method of doing so is to go to war with some tribe with
whom there is a feud; and for this reason, among others, both Gezo and
Gelele made a series of attacks, Abeokuta winning at first, but being
afterward beaten back, as has been narrated. It is chiefly for this reason
that the Amazons are taught to rush so fiercely over the formidable thorn
walls by which the towns are fortified, and the prisoners whom they take
are mostly handed over to the king to be kept in readiness for the next
custom.
On the great day of the Grand Custom the king appears on a platform,
decorated, according to Dahoman ideas, in a most gorgeous manner, with
cloths on which are rudely painted the figures of various animals.
Around him are his favorite wives and his principal officers, each of the
latter being distinguished by his great umbrella. Below is a vast and
surging crowd of negroes of both sexes, wild with excitement and rum,
and rending the air with their yells of welcome to their sovereign. In
recognition of their loyalty, he flings among them “heads” of cowries,
strings of beads, rolls of cloth, and similar valuables, for which they fight
and scramble and tear each other like so many wild beasts—and indeed,
for the time, they are as fierce and as ruthless as the most savage beasts
that the earth holds.
After these specimens of the royal favor are distributed, the cries and
yells begin to take shape, and gradually resolve themselves into praises
of the king and appeals to his bounty. “We are hungry, O King,” they cry.
“Feed us, O King, for we are hungry!” and this ominous demand is
repeated with increasing fury, until the vast crowd have lashed
themselves to a pitch of savage fury, which nothing but blood can
appease. And blood they have in plenty. The victims are now brought
forward, each being gagged in order to prevent him from crying out to
the king for mercy, in which case he must be immediately released, and
they are firmly secured by being lashed inside baskets, so that they can
move neither head, hand, nor foot. At the sight of the victims the yells of
the crowd below redouble, and the air is rent with the cry, “We are
hungry! Feed us, O King.”
Presently the deafening yells are hushed into a death-like silence, as
the king rises, and with his own hand or foot pushes one of the victims
off the platform into the midst of the crowd below. The helpless wretch
falls into the outstretched arms of the eager crowd, the basket is rent to
atoms by a hundred hands; and in a shorter time than it has taken to write
this sentence the man has been torn limb from limb, while around each
portion of the still quivering body a mass of infuriated negroes are
fighting like so many starved dogs over a bone.
Gelele, following the habits of his ancestors, introduced an
improvement on this practice, and, instead of merely pushing the victims
off the platform, built a circular tower some thirty feet in height,
decorated after the same grotesque manner as the platform, and ordered
that the victims should be flung from the top of this tower. Should the
kingdom of Dahome last long enough for Gelele to have a successor,
some new variation will probably be introduced into the Grand Customs.
After Gelele had finished his gift throwing, a strange procession
wound its way to the tower—the procession of blood. First came a
number of men, each carrying a pole, to the end of which was tied a
living cock; and after them marched another string of men, each bearing
on his head a living goat tied up in a flexible basket, so that the poor
animals could not move a limb. Next came a bull, borne by a number of
negroes; and lastly came the human victims, each tied in a basket, and
carried, like the goats, horizontally on a man’s head.
Three men now mounted to the top of the tower, and received the
victims in succession, as they were handed up to them. Just below the
tower an open space was left, in which was a block of wood, on the edge
of a hole, attended by the executioners. The fowls were first flung from
the top of the tower, still attached to the poles; and it seemed to be
requisite that every creature which was then sacrificed should be tied in
some extraordinary manner. As soon as they touched the ground, they
were seized, dragged to the block, and their heads chopped off, so that
the blood might be poured into the hole. The goats were thrown down
after the fowls, the bull after the goats, and, lastly, the unfortunate men
shared the same fate. The mingled blood of these victims was allowed to
remain in the hole, which was left uncovered all night, the blood-stained
block standing beside it.
The illustration on the following page depicts the last feature of this
terrible scene. On the right hand is the king, seated under his royal
umbrella, surmounted with a leopard, the emblem of royalty, and around
him are his wives and great men. In the centre rises the cloth-covered
tower, from which a human victim has just been hurled, while another is
being carried to his fate. Below is one of the executioners standing by the
block, and clustering in front of the tower is the mob of infuriated
savages.
Just below the king is seen the band, the most prominent instrument of
which is the great drum carried on a man’s head, and beaten by the
drummer who stands behind him, and one of the king’s banners is
displayed behind the band, and guarded by a body of armed Amazons. In
front are several of the fetishmen, their heads adorned with the conical
cap, their bodies fantastically painted, and the inevitable skull in their
hands. The house which is supposed to contain the spirit of the deceased
king is seen on the left.
The last day of the Customs is celebrated after a rather peculiar
manner.
A line of soldiers armed with guns is stationed all the way from
Agbome to Whydah. These soldiers are placed at some little distance
from each other, and their duty is to transmit a rolling fire all the way
from the capital to the port and back again. This is a later invention, the
former plan being to transmit a small present from hand to hand, starting
from Whydah and having its destination in the palace. Another line of
musketeers extended from the Komasi house to a suburb about a mile
distant.
The method of arranging them is very curious. At intervals of three
hundred yards or so are built little huts of grass, each being the lodging-
place of two soldiers. Though slightly built, there is some attempt at
ornament about them, as each hut has a pent roof, a veranda supported
by light poles, and the side walls decorated with a diamond pattern of
bamboo and a fetish shrub, which is supposed to repel lightning. A tuft
of grass ornaments each end of the gables, and those huts that are
situated nearest the palace are always the most decorated.
In front of each hut the muskets belonging to the soldiers are fixed
horizontally on forked sticks. They are ready loaded, and the two are
employed lest one of them should miss fire. There are nearly nine
hundred of these huts upon the line to Whydah, and it is calculated that
the time occupied in the fire ought to be about half an hour.
THE BASKET SACRIFICE.
(See page 582.)
When Captain Burton attended this ceremony in 1863, Gelele had not
been confirmed at Allada, and in consequence was not, by royal
etiquette, allowed to live in a house built of anything better than stakes
and matting. Consequently, his officers were obliged to follow his
example, as it would have been equivalent to treason had a subject
presumed to live in a “swish” house when his monarch only dwelt in
matting.
However, on this occasion at all events the king tried to atone by
barbarous finery for the wretched material of his “palace.” The Agwajai
gate led into an oblong court of matting, sprinkled with thick-leaved little
fig trees of vivid green, and divided into two by the usual line of
bamboos. At the bottom of the southern half was the royal pavilion,
somewhat like a Shakmiyana in Bengal, with an open wing on each side.
“The sloping roof of the central part, intended for the king, was of
gold and lake damask, under two broad strips of red and green satin; the
wings, all silk and velvet, were horizontally banded with red, white-
edged green, purple and yellow, red and green in succession, from the
top, and, where the tongue-shaped lappets started, with chrome yellow.
The hangings, playing loosely in the wind, were remarkable chiefly for
grotesque figures of men and beasts cut out of colored cloth and sewed
to the lining.”
Several little tables were placed near the inner entrances, each being
sheltered by a huge umbrella, three decorated with figures and four
white. These were for the women, who were dressed in their gayest
apparel, magnificent in mantles of red, pink, and flowered silks and
satins. Opposite to the king were five ragged white umbrellas, sheltering
eleven small tables, and behind the tables was a small crowd of officials
and captains, dressed in costumes somewhat similar to those of the
women.
On the right of the throne was the court fool, a very important man
indeed, his eyes surrounded with rings of white chalk, and his shoulders
covered with an old red velvet mantle. Although not of sufficient rank to
be permitted the use of an umbrella, he was sheltered from the sun by a
piece of matting raised on poles. A model of a canoe was placed near
him.
Just at the entrances eight muskets were tied horizontally, each
supported on two forked sticks, as has already been described, and
behind each musket stood the Amazon to whom it belonged.
After making his guests wait for at least two hours,—such a delay
being agreeable to royal etiquette,—the king condescended to appear.
This time he had arrayed himself after a very gorgeous and rather
heterogeneous fashion. He wore a yellow silk tunic, covered with little
scarlet flowers, a great black felt Spanish hat, or sombrero, richly
embroidered with gold braid, and a broad belt of gold and pearls
(probably imitation) passed over his left shoulder to his right side.
Suspended to his neck was a large crucifix, and in his left hand he
carried an hour-glass. An old rickety table with metal legs, and covered
with red velvet, was placed before him, and upon it were laid a silver
mug, a rosary, sundry pieces of plate, and some silver armlets. On taking
his seat, he put the silver mug to its proper use, by drinking with all his
guests, his own face being, according to custom, hidden by a linen cloth
while he drank.
After the usual complimentary addresses had been made, a woman
rose at 1 . . and gave the word of command—“A-de-o.” This is a
corruption of Adios, or farewell. At this word two of the muskets in front
of the king were discharged, and the firing was taken up by the Jegbe
line. In three minutes the firing ran round Jegbe and returned to the
palace. At 2 . . another “A-de-o” started the line of firing to Whydah,
the time of its return having been calculated and marked by a rude device
of laying cowries on the ground, and weaving a cloth in a loom, the
number of threads that are laid being supposed to indicate a certain
duration of time.
As soon as the firing began, two officials marched up to the king and
began an oration, which they were bound to maintain until the firing had
returned. Amid the horrible noise of five heralds proclaiming the royal
titles and a jester springing his rattle, they began their speech, but were
sadly discomfited by a wrong calculation or a mismanagement of the
firing. Instead of occupying only half an hour, it was not finished for an
hour and a half, and the poor orators were so overcome with heat and the
fine dust which hovered about, that toward the end of the time they were
nearly choked, and could hardly get out short sentences, at long intervals,
from their parched throats. “There will be stick for this,” remarks
Captain Burton.
Stick, indeed, is administered very freely, and the highest with the
lowest are equally liable to it. On one occasion some of the chief officers
of the court did not make their appearance exactly at the proper time.
The king considered that this conduct was an usurpation of the royal
prerogative of making every one else wait, whereas they had absolutely
made him wait for them. So, as soon as they appeared, he ordered the
Amazons to take their bamboos and beat them out of the court, a
command which they executed with despatch and vigor. The beaten
ministers did not, however, seem to resent their treatment, but sat
cowering at the gate in abject submission.
After occupying several days in this feasting and speech-making and
boasting, the king proceeded to the last act of the Customs. Having
resumed his place at the velvet-covered table, he filled his glass with
rum, and drank with his visitors to the health of his father’s ghost, who,
by the way, had been seen bathing in the sea, and had received two
slaves, sacrificed in order to tell him that his son was pleased at his visit.
After a few unimportant ceremonies, he poured a little rum on the
ground, and, dashing his glass to pieces on the table, rose and left the
tent. His attendants followed his example, and smashed everything to
pieces, even including the tables; this act probably accounting for the
very mean and rickety condition of the royal furniture. With this general
smash the Customs terminated, much to the relief of the visitors.
Marriages among the Dahomans are an odd compound of simplicity
and complexity. The bridegroom commences his suit by sending a couple
of friends to the father of the intended bride, and furnishes them with a
doubly potent argument in the shape of two bottles of rum. Should the
father approve of the proposition, he graciously drinks the rum, and
sends back the empty bottles—a token that he accepts the proposal, and
as a delicate hint that he would like some more rum. The happy man
takes the hint, fills the bottles, sends them to the father, together with a
present for the young lady; and then nothing more is required except to
name the amount of payment which is demanded for the girl. Cloth is the
chief article of barter, and a man is sometimes occupied for two or three
years in procuring a sufficient quantity.
At last the day—always a Sunday—is settled, and more bottles of rum
are sent by the bridegroom’s messengers, who bring the bride in triumph
to her future home, followed by all her family and friends. Then comes a
general feast, at which it is a point of honor to consume as much as
possible, and it is not until after midnight that the bride is definitely
handed over to her husband. The feast being over, the bridegroom retires
into his house and seats himself. Several fetish women lead in the bride
by her wrists, and present her in solemn form, telling them both to
behave well to each other, but recommending him to flog her well if she
displeases him. Another two or three hours of drinking then follows, and
about 3 or 4 . . the fetish women retire, and the actual marriage is
supposed to be completed.
Next morning the husband sends more rum and some heads of cowries
to the girl’s parents as a token that he is satisfied, and after a week the
bride returns to her father’s house, where she remains for a day or two,
cooking, however, her husband’s food and sending it to him. On the day
when she returns home another feast is held, and then she subsides into
the semi-servile state which is the normal condition of a wife throughout
the greater part of savage Africa.
We now come to the religion of Dahome, which, as may be imagined
from the previous narrative, is of a very low character, and has been
curtly summarized by Captain Burton in the following sentence:
—“Africans, as a rule, worship everything except the Creator.” As the
contact of the Dahomans with the white men and with the Moslems has
probably engrafted foreign ideas in the native mind, it is not very easy to
find out the exact nature of their religion, but the following account is a
short abstract of the result of Captain Burton’s investigation.
He states that the reason why the natives do not worship the Creator is
that, although they acknowledge the fact of a supreme Deity, they think
that He is too great and high to trouble Himself about the affairs of
mankind, and in consequence they do not trouble themselves by paying a
worship which they think would be fruitless. Their devotion, such as it
is, expends itself therefore upon a host of minor deities, all connected
with some material object.
First we have the principal deities, who are ranked in distinct classes.
The most important is the Snake god, who has a thousand snake wives,
and is represented by the Danhgbwe, which has already been mentioned.
Next in order come the Tree gods, of which the silk-cotton (Bombax) is
the most powerful, and has the same number of wives as the Danhgbwe.
It has, however, a rival in the Ordeal, or poison tree.
The last of these groups is the sea. This deity is represented at Whydah
by a very great priest, who ranks as a king, and has five hundred wives in
virtue of his representative office. At stated times he visits the shore to
pay his respects, and to throw into the waves his offerings of beads,
cowries, cloth, and other valuables. Now and then the king sends a
human sacrifice from the capital. He creates the victim a Caboceer, gives
him the state uniform and umbrella of his short-lived rank, puts him in a
gorgeous hammock, and sends him in great pomp and state to Whydah.
As soon as he arrives there, the priest takes him out of his hammock and
transfers him to a canoe, takes him out to sea, and flings him into the
water, where he is instantly devoured by the expectant sharks.
Lately a fourth group of superior deities has been added, under the
name of the Thunder gods. In connection with the worship of this deity is
found the only approach to cannibalism which is known to exist in
Dahome. When a man has been killed by lightning, burial is not lawful,
and the body is therefore laid on a platform and cut up by the women,
who hold the pieces of flesh in their mouths, and pretend to eat them,