On awaking the next morning, they all had pleasanter feelings. The
weather was fine, and the wind was blowing from the right quarter; so
that a good breakfast, seasoned with Joe’s merry pranks, put them in
high good-humor.
The region they were now crossing is very extensive. It borders on the
Mountains of the Moon on one side, and those of Darfur on the other—a
space about as broad as Europe.
“We are, no doubt, crossing what is supposed to be the kingdom of
Usoga. Geographers have pretended that there existed, in the centre of
Africa, a vast depression, an immense central lake. We shall see
whether there is any truth in that idea,” said the doctor.
“But how did they come to think so?” asked Kennedy.
“From the recitals of the Arabs. Those fellows are great narrators—too
much so, probably. Some travellers, who had got as far as Kazeh, or the
great lakes, saw slaves that had been brought from this region;
interrogated them concerning it, and, from their different narratives,
made up a jumble of notions, and deduced systems from them. Down at the
bottom of it all there is some appearance of truth; and you see that
they were right about the sources of the Nile.”
“Nothing could be more correct,” said Kennedy. “It was by the aid of
these documents that some attempts at maps were made, and so I am going
to try to follow our route by one of them, rectifying it when need be.”
“Is all this region inhabited?” asked Joe.
“Undoubtedly; and disagreeably inhabited, too.”
“I thought so.”
“These scattered tribes come, one and all, under the title of
Nyam-Nyams, and this compound word is only a sort of nickname. It
imitates the sound of chewing.”
“That’s it! Excellent!” said Joe, champing his teeth as though he were
eating; “Nyam-Nyam.”
“My good Joe, if you were the immediate object of this chewing, you
wouldn’t find it so excellent.”
“Why, what’s the reason, sir?”
“These tribes are considered man-eaters.”
“Is that really the case?”
“Not a doubt of it! It has also been asserted that these natives had
tails, like mere quadrupeds; but it was soon discovered that these
appendages belonged to the skins of animals that they wore for
clothing.”
“More’s the pity! a tail’s a nice thing to chase away mosquitoes.”
“That may be, Joe; but we must consign the story to the domain of
fable, like the dogs’ heads which the traveller, Brun-Rollet,
attributed to other tribes.”
“Dogs’ heads, eh? Quite convenient for barking, and even for
man-eating!”
“But one thing that has been, unfortunately, proven true, is, the
ferocity of these tribes, who are really very fond of human flesh, and
devour it with avidity.”
“I only hope that they won’t take such a particular fancy to mine!”
said Joe, with comic solemnity.
“See that!” said Kennedy.
“Yes, indeed, sir; if I have to be eaten, in a moment of famine, I want
it to be for your benefit and my master’s; but the idea of feeding
those black fellows—gracious! I’d die of shame!”
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