I lapped up the famous Trader Horn books “The Ivory Coast in the Earlies” and “Harold the Webbed”. I was then even more enamoured of Tim Couzens’ book “Tramp Royal – The true story of Trader Horn”, as it validated the Trader Horn legend – Aloysius Smith was real and he HAD got around!!
Couzens died in October this year, tragically – he fell in his own home. I thought OH NO!! when I read it. He was a gem, almost a Trader Horn himself – what a waste! Too soon! He did the MOST amazing sleuth job of tracking down all Trader Horn’s jaunts n joints across the world.
One (small) reason I LOVED the trader Horn books was the number of places A. Aloysius Smith (Trader Horn or Zambesi Jack or Uncle Pat) had been to that I have also been to:
- Joburg, his least favourite city in the world. He was in a doss house in Main Street in 1925, I was in Eloff Street in 1974. Parktown, where Ethelreda Lewis ‘discovered’ him was different – he came to love it, as did I. In Parktown he was in Loch Street, we were in Hillside Avenue;
- Hwange in Zim, or Wankie in Rhodesia as it was then;
- Harrismith, where he went with Kitchener’s Cattle Thieves to steal Boer cattle and horses in the scorched earth tactics of the wicked Brits. And where I was born;
- Madagascar’s east coast where our yachting trip to the island of Nose Iranja took us quite close to his Chesterfield Islands;
- The east coast of Africa, although he spoke about Zanzibar and we visited Mombasa- which he probably visited too, as he sailed up and down the coast;
- Oklahoma, where like me he befriended and was befriended by, the local Native Americans (his mostly Pawnees and Osages, mine mostly Apaches, Kiowas and Cherokees);
- Georgia, where he behaved abominably and which I used as a base to go kayaking in Tennessee. He drank in a doctor’s house and I drank in a dentist’s house;
- The Devonshire Hotel in Braamfontein, where both of us got raucously pickled;
- Kent, where he died in 1931; I visited Paddock Wood on honeymoon in 1988.