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
I repaired this morning on board Selim Capitan’s vessel, and shall
remain with him to-day, on account of his interpreter. It was not
till this morning that it was at last determined to follow further the
questionable arm of the Nile, which we navigated for a short tract the
day before yesterday. Seven o’clock. We leave our landing-place,
and proceed up the Kièhr in a westerly direction. After a quarter
of an hour the latter serves as a gohr to N., appearing soon to
disembogue itself into the stream, which we navigated previously.
We go some paces here S.W., where quite a little island, with high
reeds, rises in the middle of the river. From W. to S.W., from W. to
N.W. The Kièhr seems to be rapid at its tide, and to exercise great
force: we see it by the torn and indented shores, and especially
by the devastations on a little gohr, now dry. Half-past seven
o’clock. A broad gohr flows away to N., and winds immediately
N.W. Our river, which increases considerably in breadth above this
Nile arm, winds W.S.W., and S.W. Before us a large forest; near it
we halt immediately afterwards.
At eight o’clock, a north-wind gets up, and we sail S.S.W.,
and S. by E.; after a quarter of an hour, S.W., and W., and with
a short bend, immediately to S. Right and left pastoral villages,
with lowing herds and natives on the ant-hills. The huts have the
form of a bee-hive, are five to six feet high, and plastered with
Nile slime. The ash-grey people dance and jump, and want to keep
us by force. The women run and sing by us, their hands thrown over
their heads in real despair because we will not stop. Half-past eight
o’clock. S. by E. The depth of the water not more than a fathom. On
the left a long summer village and a harim of several tokuls close
to it. We halt a moment at the right shore, take the wood which
the negroes had already brought for us to the shore, give them some
sug-sug, and proceed. The women, with large leathern aprons, who have
gone away empty-handed, jump and make gestures as if they were mad.
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