Expedition to discover the sources of the White Nile, in the years 1840, 1841, Vol. 1 (of 2)Werne, Ferdinand
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Expedition to discover the sources of the White Nile, in the years 1840, 1841, Vol. 1 (of 2)
Werne, Ferdinand
Nile River
Yet it is said that this land approaches in a bend towards the
south. Also on the left is seen, in the neighbourhood of the river,
W. by N., a small lake and a large wood, stretching up the country. We
go with our N.E. wind, at nine o’clock, from S. to E. The river
forms here a broad bay, and we lay-to at the left shore, four hundred
paces from which a village is found, containing about thirty tokuls,
but indifferently built, because each individual erects his house
to suit his own convenience, and takes no trouble to beautify it,
but creeps through an oval hole—the general doors of the huts on
the White Nile.
The reeds were burnt down all round, yet the thick green stalks
had withstood the fire, although they were all covered with black
ashes. One of the natives remained quietly standing on the shore,
in order to accurately survey us strangers. Soon after a great number
of our men collected around him, seeking to make use of him as their
bearer, with a flag of truce, in their favourite meat transactions.
I sat down with Suliman Kashef and Selim Capitan on the ashes, with
the negro, who was of a livid colour, owing to the ashes on which he
had slept. He told us, with the assistance of our Dinkas, to whom he
could make himself intelligible, that he had swam through the river,
to visit his brother in the neighbouring village, from which every
one had fled; that his hut was on the right shore, and that he was a
Kèk, like these here. The crowd became too strong for him. The black
looked about him, perplexed; but was, however, persuaded to come with
us on board Selim Capitan’s vessel. When he approached the cabin,
bending his body forward in a comically awkward and ape-like position,
perhaps to denote subjection, he slid round on the ground, dropped on
his knees, and crept into it, shouting repeatedly with all his might,
“Waget tohn agèhn, agiht agiht-waget tohn agèhn, agiht agiht,”
by which words he greeted us, and expressed his astonishment. He had
several holes in the rims of his ears, containing, however, no other
ornament than a single little stick. Strings of beads were brought
out and hung about his neck; there was no end to his transports;
he struck the ground so hard with his posteriors, that it resounded
again, and raised his hand on high, as if praying. When I bound a
string of beads round his wrist, he could not leave off jumping,
at such an invaluable ornament, and never once kept still; he sprang
up, and threw himself down again, to kiss the ground; again he rose,
extended and contracted himself, held his hands over all our heads,
as if to bless us, and sang a very pretty song, full of the simple
melody of nature. He had a somewhat projecting mouth; his nose and
forehead quite regular, as well as the cut of the face itself; his
hair was sheared away short, to about the length of half an inch. He
might have been about thirty years of age; an angular high-shouldered
figure, such as we have frequently perceived among the Dinkas. There
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