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
Four o’clock. S.S.E. A short tract to S., and again to the left,
S.E. We do not see the Haba of the left shore from the cabin; on the
right it is divided from the river by a fore-shore. Soon afterwards,
on the left shore, a village, with a solitary dhelleb-palm; the
houses with a little pointed roof of straw, as in the tokuls;
but the wall protruding in the centre, like a thick cask standing
upright—another nation, therefore—that of the Elliàbs. At
half-past eleven, again S.E.
_15th January._—These are the days of trial; what avails good will,
and a firm heart? I am still very weak, and cannot sit up. The
negroes, since daybreak, have been singing their bold songs,
and continue their war-dances, with quick or slow evolutions, in
columns: their leaders are at their head, making threatening motions,
wildly and freely, and inflaming the courage of their men by sudden
broken chaunts, which the chorus then takes up. They clearly want
to pay us respect by these manœuvres, for their rapid march is not
directed against us; they do not appear to me to be the enemies we
were informed of some days since, for they try with all their might
to gain our friendship, and bring a number of cows to us.
I look at my journal, and thought I had been so ill since _yesterday_
at noon that I was not able to continue it to the evening. To my most
supreme astonishment, however, I hear from Feïzulla Capitan and my
servants, that this yesterday dates _from the 12th of January_, and
that they believed I was going to die. I remember very well, however,
that I once saw Thibaut sitting on Feïzulla Capitan’s bed, and
conjured him solemnly to send the doctor to bleed me. I sent out also
my men to look, for one of them told me that Thibaut had not gone
on board the doctor’s vessel, but on that of the Frenchmen. The
doctor appeared, a perfectly black Shaigië, who had received the
finishing stroke, as an accomplished alipta, under Clot Bey. Arnaud
came immediately afterwards, to try on me his sleight of hand in
phlebotomy. As I had got my brother to mark the point where to lance,
so that I might do it myself in case of necessity, and had touched up
the same with ink, every now and then, I allowed Arnaud more willingly
to perform the operation, the black doctor having already worried me
with his chattering. I trembled too much myself to undertake it with
my own hand. I lay there at night, and a feeling came over me as if
my whole body were pulsating, and I was myself moved up and down
by the pulses. I did not dare to close my eyes, for fear of being
tormented by those indescribable phantasies; I perceived only too
well that Arnaud had not taken away sufficient blood. Willingly would
I have had now a helping hand, but every one was asleep, and I could
not call because I had lost my voice. I therefore undid the bandage,
moved my arm vigorously about, and let the blood flow out of window;
I felt I was much better, but was afraid of falling in a swoon and
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