Expedition to discover the sources of the White Nile, in the years 1840, 1841, Vol. 1 (of 2) — John Shaqi
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
behind the barricade of my chests, in order to keep watch during the
night with the Circassians and Turks. Notwithstanding we were all
very tired, I was fully persuaded that those Muslims would watch,
as they had brought with them as slaves some pretty brown girls,
whom they had purchased in the camp of Kassela, out of the booty of
Mount Basa. The following day we crossed over to the other side. My
Hamàl, or camel-servant, Hammed, took his great favourite camel
himself by the rope and swam before it; but he soon returned back
to me disconsolate, for his murkeb (ship), as he called it, caught
by the strong current, had broken the cord, which was made of the
bark of a tree, just as he had found a favourable resting-place upon
a sand-bank close by. Nevertheless, he trusted every thing to the
size and sagacity of his beast, and immediately disappeared from
my side. On the following evening I saw him again in Gos Rajeb,
but without murkeb. I voluntarily belonged to the last party that
crossed,—two old Turks, a Kurd, and myself with my servants. On
the moment of pushing off, some Arabs sprang on my chests, but the
tall stout Kurd, whom Suliman Kashef had sent over to me as a Charon
that might be entirely depended upon, struck two of them into the
water at the same time with his oar as if with a flyflap, by which
the miserable skiff was nearly upset. At the head of this boat sat
the Kurd in great state, in shirt and breeches; on the luggage was
enthroned Sale from Mahass, his ferda thrown loose over his shoulders,
enjoying himself on merissa (a kind of beer). At my feet squatted
the Turks upon the wet planks, in full dress, with heavy pistols
in their girdles; behind them, on the brim of the obtuse stern,
I had my place, dressed in a light gauze shirt, so that if the wind
came on and threatened to drown the others, I might not, in case of
necessity, be looked upon and seized as a raft. Certainly this Kurd,
who was very much relied on for his skill on the water, had assured
me, _on his head_, that I might, in case of an accident, ride upon
him, as upon a river buffalo (gamùss el Bah’r—hippopotamus);
but I preferred to depend on myself, and the more so, because the
Atbara is not broader than the Rhine at Bonn. The Turks said their
prayers, shook their heads involuntarily at every stroke of the oar,
to which they calmly resigned themselves as their directing fate;
for this vibrating motion of the turbans, which are set generally
on decayed vertebral columns, always takes place, especially in
steam-vessels. My corpulent hippopotamus, the Kurd, laughed and made
fun at them whilst moving round the sand-banks and along the steep
broken shore, without their answering him a single word.
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