French enterprise in Africa : $b the personal narrative of Lieut. Hourst of his exploration of the NigerHourst
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French enterprise in Africa : $b the personal narrative of Lieut. Hourst of his exploration of the Niger
Hourst
French -- Sudan; Mali -- Description and travel; Niger River -- Description and travel; Tuaregs
Our _tata_ was a triangular wall, each of the three sides being from
about eleven to sixteen yards long. It was thick enough to protect
us from treacherous shots from old-fashioned rifles, and indeed also
from the quick-firing weapons which the English had sold some time ago
to our enemy Samory. At a height of about six feet and a half some
forty loopholes were made, distributed about equally over the three
sides of the triangle formed by our wall. Inside, the walls were
supported by buttresses about three feet thick, which served alike
as seats and places in which to store our ammunition. The building
seemed likely to last well unless it should be disintegrated and
washed away in a tornado some day; breaches will of course be made
in it, parts of it will fall, but I expect, for a long time hence,
its ruins will bear witness to the stay here of the French expedition,
and to our effective occupation of the site.
[Illustration: FORT ARCHINARD.]
I forget what king of Sego it was who rendered his _tata_
impregnable by making human corpses its foundation. In default of
such a precaution as this, which we refrained from taking, a few
determined men might at any moment have carried Fort Archinard by
assault, but they would have paid dearly for their success.
On the summit of an ant-hill, at the top of the longest bamboo stem
we could find, we hoisted the French flag.
And in this remote island of Archinard, more than two hundred leagues
from any other European, we with our coolies lived for five months,
and made the French name, beneath the protection of the French flag,
respected in spite of old Amadu, in spite of the chief of Say, and
of all their intrigues against us; yes, in spite of all hostile
coalitions, in spite of the dreary rainy season, and of the home
sickness which consumed us,—in a word, in spite of everything.
The _tata_ once constructed, we were now free to consider our comfort
a little, as we had really nothing better to do. Bluzet, who had
already acted as architect of the fort, undertook the building of
our huts. We each had our own palace, but what a simple palace! A
circular hollow rick of straw some 12 feet in diameter, upheld by a
central stake, interlaced stalks forming the framework of the roof,
whilst ropes were woven in and out of the straw, forming with it a
kind of net-work pattern. One little window was contrived in each
hut, a mere porthole just big enough to let in air and light but
not rain, whilst a low doorway was made on the opposite side to that
from which we might expect tornadoes.
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