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
From the English point of view, it would be a fairer way of making
war to rouse the people of Bussa against us; but never mind, we have
cannon, rifles, and thirty thousand cartridges, so that although the
natives do own a certain number of quick-firing weapons, we should
be the ones to get the best of it in a fight.
What I really dread more than the open hostility of the Company is a
sham friendliness on their part. If they came to our aid, offering
to help us, even in spite of ourselves, it would only be a bit of
clever diplomacy on their part, really quite against our interests.
I knew that the English had a post at Leba, about forty-four miles
down-stream, and if there happened to be men enough there, they
might send a detachment up to us, to conquer difficulties they had
themselves perhaps created, when they would loudly declare that they
had saved our lives.
Should this take place, I feel pretty sure there are many in France
who would be simple enough to be taken in; such a thing has happened
before now, and I bet you anything you like, the English will be
warmly thanked. Remaining behind after we are gone too, they will
reap all the moral effect of our arrival from the Upper Niger; the
natives distinguish very little between the different white nations,
and it would be only too easy for the English to represent that
we are fellow-countrymen of theirs who have established themselves
higher up-stream.
If, therefore, we meant to succeed, and not to have our expedition
fail at the very entrance of the long-hoped-for haven, we must push
on as soon as possible, with or without the help of the natives. This
was the resolution come to by us five in a little council of war we
held together.
At four o’clock in the afternoon there was still no sign of a
canoe. The moment of decision had come. We had quantities of things
in our holds of little use or value, so I determined to lighten the
boats as much as possible, partly to lessen their draught, and partly
to make it easier to get at their bottoms to plug up any leak which
should occur.
To begin with, there was all our ammunition, for except for a few,
used to practise shooting and to kill crocodiles, our store of
thirty thousand cartridges was intact. I decided to sacrifice
twenty-two thousand, and Digui, having found a place where the
river was deep enough not to dry up in the summer, our canoe went
backwards and forwards, and our men threw the cases into the river
one by one. The natives of Bussa ran to the banks and looked on in
stupefied astonishment; the copper cases gleaming in the sunshine
excited their cupidity.
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