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
Was I going to be cheated by the old rogue after all? Should we have
to go on like this from village to village till we reached Bussa,
to the detriment not only of our merchandise, which would quickly be
exhausted at this rate, but to the great loss of time, which was even
more valuable? If the river fell suddenly—and I know that changes
of level are very sudden in these parts—we might be stopped and
compelled to remain stationary again above Bussa.
I sent the messenger back in double quick time, charging him to
tell his master I would have all or nothing. He must either keep
the promise he had made in the morning, or I should do without him
altogether and start at daybreak alone, trusting to the aid of the
God who had brought us thus far and was not likely to abandon us by
the way now.
Many of those standing by looked approval of the tone I had adopted,
including Issa, the Kurteye guide from Madecali, and the agent
himself.
Then, seeing that half the people were intoxicated, not knowing
what was at the bottom of the delays, with the very evident feeling
against us, and to avoid all risk of a night attack, I had the barges
moved some hundred yards off into the submerged grass, as I used to
do in the old days amongst the Tuaregs. I ordered a strict watch to
be kept, and we settled down to pass the night as best we could.
This simple manœuvre, which was carried out with very little noise,
had the effect of filling the soddened brains of the natives with
terror.
First came a messenger to tell me that the agent himself would
act as guide to Bussa, then about midnight I was awoke by a great
noise. What could it mean? It was the chief himself, who, in a great
state of alarm, had hastened back from Ilo on purpose to see me. No
doubt, when the vapours of the champagne had been dissipated, he
had been told of my vexation, and trembling with fear lest my move
should mean a declaration of war, he had hastened to me, this time
without any attendants, to endeavour to pacify me. I sent Mamé,
and the poor chief asked him to beg, pray, and entreat me on his
behalf to remain until the middle of the next day. He would then be
able to get together a present for his relation at Bussa. If only
I would wait he would be profoundly and eternally grateful.
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