Expedition to discover the sources of the White Nile, in the years 1840, 1841, Vol. 2 (of 2)Werne, Ferdinand
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Expedition to discover the sources of the White Nile, in the years 1840, 1841, Vol. 2 (of 2)
Werne, Ferdinand
Nile River
Natives squat on the shore and hold up their
hands. Twelve o’clock. To N. A quarter after twelve from N. by E.,
in a bend N.W. The lakes, which I generally take to be old beds of
the river, retaining water even in the dry season, are a proof that
the primitive stream has gone far deeper, and that even the present
bed of the river, with which they are partly connected, must have
risen as well as the whole country; because, had it been otherwise,
they would have ebbed away. Half past twelve.—From N.W. to N.,
N.N.E. and E. One o’clock.—S.E. in an arch to N., and round a
little corner to N.W.; on the right a tokul-village. Half-past one
o’clock N., and a quarter before two N.N.E., then on the left to
W.S.W., and on the right to N.N.W. and N. by E.; at two o’clock
further to N.N.E. and N.E. by E. A quarter after two, N.W. by N.;
on the right a broad river arm coming from S.S.E. From the mast they
tell me that it is a gohr cul-de-sac, and therefore an ancient bed
of the stream filled up from below. We halt at the right shore, for
Arnaud wants to survey it; but he lies down to sleep, and we bear off
again without having effected our object. At a quarter after three,
N.N.W., and directly round the right, E.N.E.; to the left a little
W., and then N.N.W. and N.N.E. Four o’clock.—Again N.N.W. and
W.S.W. The wind ceased even at noon; it had been of little service to
us. The floating islands of creepers are still the order of the day;
but not so large and numerous as in our ascent.
A quarter after four, W.N.W., in a flat arch to N. by W. The north
wind having now set in delays us exceedingly. Five o’clock, N.N.E.,
a long road before us. We go at six o’clock to the right shore,
where the river winds N.N.W. I go upon deck, but feel so enervated by
continually sitting, that I do not venture into the half-burnt high
grass on the shore, where our sentinels, as usual, have their posts
on the ant-hills, as a measure of precaution against the desertion of
the soldiers, as well as any sudden attack of the natives. Thermometer
at sunrise, 17°; noon, 29°; without getting up any higher.
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