Written to her family, these letters recount the failure of Dinesen's marriage, the financial collapse of her husband's coffee plantation, and her experiences in Kenya
In 1964 Robin Gallop, a young export manager, set out from Cardiff on an extended business trip to East Africa. His heavily-pregnant wife, Jill, went with their little boy to stay with her parents in Newcastle-upon-Tyne. Neither suspected that Robin would be caught up in an armed insurrection in Africa, though Jill's difficulties with her parents were more predictable. Now, nearly 50 years on, their son has woven their daily letters and his own thoughts and memories into a poignant true-life story of a young family coping with separation as the world changes around them.
These letters from a Danish master farmer working for the German East Africa Company provide fascinating information about the daily business on a plantation, and life of the Africans and others in the early years of colonial expansion and consolidation.
Francis Hall was a Victorian man of the British empire who sailed from England to Mombassa in 1892 to work for the Imperial British East African Company. He wrote a series of letters to his immediate family, which were recently discovered in the Kenya National Archive. The letters are published here in their original form, along with supplementary information from the Royal Geographical Society in London, and material gleaned from the Francis Hall archive in Oxford on the early days of colonial settlement.
THIS small volume contains some of the letters I have received during the last thirty years or more from well-known big-game hunters and field-naturalists, many of whom have now passed away. They were so interesting to me that I thought they might interest others who have shot in wilder Africa. Moreover, they describe conditions which are no longer possible considering the way many parts of that continent have been opened up since the Great War. Whether the spread of a so-called civilization is a good thing I do not wish to discuss, but I know there are many men, including myself, who would prefer the older times when things were less complicated and conventional. Many people are now going in for photography more than shooting, and in a way this is a good thing as it will naturally help to conserve the game. It is, however, a much less risky amusement to take animals’ pictures—I mean dangerous animals—than to try to kill them, for game such as lion, elephant, buffalo, leopard and rhinoceros are seldom dangerous until they are wounded and followed up in thick cover. Some people may doubt this statement, but it is nevertheless true, as all experienced hunters can vouch.