At five o’clock the _Victoria_, sheltered from the south winds, went
gently gliding along the slopes of the mountain, and stopped in a wide
clearing remote from any habitation. The instant it touched the soil,
all needful precautions were taken to hold it there firmly; and
Kennedy, fowling-piece in hand, sallied out upon the sloping plain. Ere
long, he returned with half a dozen wild ducks and a kind of snipe,
which Joe served up in his best style. The meal was heartily relished,
and the night was passed in undisturbed and refreshing slumber.
CHAPTER THIRTIETH.
Mosfeia.—The Sheik.—Denham, Clapperton, and Oudney.—Vogel.—The Capital
of Loggoum.—Toole.—Becalmed above Kernak.—The Governor and his
Court.—The Attack.—The Incendiary Pigeons.
On the next day, May 11th, the _Victoria_ resumed her adventurous
journey. Her passengers had the same confidence in her that a good
seaman has in his ship.
In terrific hurricanes, in tropical heats, when making dangerous
departures, and descents still more dangerous, it had, at all times and
in all places, come out safely. It might almost have been said that
Ferguson managed it with a wave of the hand; and hence, without knowing
in advance, where the point of arrival would be, the doctor had no
fears concerning the successful issue of his journey. However, in this
country of barbarians and fanatics, prudence obliged him to take the
strictest precautions. He therefore counselled his companions to have
their eyes wide open for every thing and at all hours.
The wind drifted a little more to the northward, and, toward nine
o’clock, they sighted the larger city of Mosfeia, built upon an
eminence which was itself enclosed between two lofty mountains. Its
position was impregnable, a narrow road running between a marsh and a
thick wood being the only channel of approach to it.
At the moment of which we write, a sheik, accompanied by a mounted
escort, and clad in a garb of brilliant colors, preceded by couriers
and trumpeters, who put aside the boughs of the trees as he rode up,
was making his grand entry into the place.
The doctor lowered the balloon in order to get a better look at this
cavalcade of natives; but, as the balloon grew larger to their eyes,
they began to show symptoms of intense affright, and at length made off
in different directions as fast as their legs and those of their horses
could carry them.
The sheik alone did not budge an inch. He merely grasped his long
musket, cocked it, and proudly waited in silence. The doctor came on to
within a hundred and fifty feet of him, and then, with his roundest and
fullest voice, saluted him courteously in the Arabic tongue.
But, upon hearing these words falling, as it seemed, from the sky, the
sheik dismounted and prostrated himself in the dust of the highway,
where the doctor had to leave him, finding it impossible to divert him
from his adoration.
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