Expedition to discover the sources of the White Nile, in the years 1840, 1841, Vol. 1 (of 2)Werne, Ferdinand
History
Expedition to discover the sources of the White Nile, in the years 1840, 1841, Vol. 1 (of 2)
Werne, Ferdinand
Nile River
_27th December._—Set out immediately after sunrise towards
N.N.W. The sun rises of a dark red colour, exactly behind us, out
of the river, into the red humid atmosphere, and yet there is the
main direction of the river; we have, therefore, a real labyrinth of
circuitous routes to work through. If yesterday, no object disclosed
itself in the south, for the eye to rest upon, so now in the left,
the arm flowing round the island is only to be seen; there is nothing
besides but reeds, and the water which we are navigating. The high
reeds may, it is true, here and there conceal from the eye a tree
or a hut, because, on the whole, we go lower between the dried-up
shores. The N.E. wind is slack, and we assist the sails by rowing
in S.W., where, about eight o’clock, a small village of twelve
tokuls starts up, on the left side of the river, the river coming
from S.E. A dog barks from the neighbouring reeds, and betrays the
hiding-place of the people who had fled, which the blacks, accustomed
to similar signs, corroborated, and wanted even to shoot into the
reeds. Our Abù Hashiss barked lustily against the animal, and it
really appeared as if several large and small dogs were barking.
About an hour’s distance beyond the village some trees are to be
seen; whilst, on the left, where the river now winds to S.E., we do
not observe anything. This also appears to be a fishing village, for
we do not remark any trace of the tread of cattle in the grass. These
poor Icthyophagi have, according to their usual custom, wretched huts,
and their tokuls are also partly plastered with Thin. This thin,
or Nile slime, naturally affords a good material for plastering
the reed walls. It would be good for airstones, if these should be
generally considered a suitable building material in places where
the violent periodical rains of the tropics only too often shew the
contrary. I myself have experienced this in Khartum, where in _one_
night some thirty houses fell. The storm of rain was so violent,
that it broke through the wall of our bed-room, three feet thick,
built of airstones, and in a short time tore an opening the size of a
window. It was only with the greatest difficulty that I was able to
save my brother (the servants being at a distance), by carrying him
away. He was dangerously ill at the time, and, bursting out into a
clear loud laugh, vigorously resisted my endeavours to lay him upon
a table under the door-way, in order that he might not be buried by
the fall of the roof.
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