( I'm into steampunk these days, a genre which often has a female protagonist )
Explorer Mary Kingsley
Mary Kingsley was an odd bird. She had more courage in one bone of her body than most armies did amongst their ranks. She arrived in Sierra Leone in 1893 in full Victorian English fashion. She wore petticoats, sun hats and refused to change into more practical clothes, preferring to cover up completely in the African heat. After all, trousers would be improper.
Meanwhile, she fended off crocodiles during solo canoe trips down rivers, pushed into territories that most other male explorers, and not to mention African men were afraid to wander, and did so with a disarmingly practical sense of personal accountability.
She writes about staying with the Fan Tribe, one of the most feared tribes in all of West Africa. They were known for acts of random murder and cannibalism. Because of this, explorers and rival tribes alike all kept their distance from them. Not Mary Kingsley though. She saw no reason she shouldnt just walk up offering some salt, meet them and then spend the night in their village.
She recalls putting her Edwardian hat just outside the hut before retiring for the night. During the evening, she heard noises outside her room and decided to explore (because of course she did). It was then that she saw her hat had been filled to the brim with a mysterious meat. An offering to Mary, from the prestigious Fan Tribe. While Mary kept a journal of her travels, which has been compiled into a book that anyone can read, its incredible how few know of her travels and exploits around 1800s Africa.