French enterprise in Africa : $b the personal narrative of Lieut. Hourst of his exploration of the NigerHourst
History
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 visitors then withdrew, and we waited four hours longer without
news. At the end of that time the same negroes reappeared, to tell me
that Madidu was then in the village with a large retinue (I greatly
doubted the truth of this), and was at that moment consulting with his
principal advisers. But, they added, to prove your good intentions
towards the natives, go to the island. That will also show that you
mean no harm. Madidu’s envoys will come to you there.
I preferred yielding to this pressing invitation to go than acting
in a high-handed manner. Moreover, I was not sorry to put a little
distance between myself and the Tuaregs, for it was very evident that
in any discussion about us nine out of ten would vote for attacking
us, and in our island we should be perfectly safe from surprise. We
should see what to-morrow brought forth.
We estimated the number of warriors now assembled on the bank at
several thousand; it was a very different matter from the gathering
of the Tademeket and Tenger Eguedeche higher up stream.
We set sail, therefore, and when night fell we were camped in our
new position. In memory of our old and valued friend Gauthiot, who,
as I have related, had defended our expedition from all the detractors
in France who would have jeopardized its success, I named after him
this little corner of earth in the river, our river, where our fate
was really to be decided.
If I said that I slept peacefully and well that night I do not
suppose any one would believe me.
To face tangible dangers in a struggle with nature or with one’s
fellow men, greater or less courage is required, but what we had
to do now was to meet such hidden risks, as the miner who goes to
his work, not knowing at what moment he may be suffocated, blown up,
or crushed to death. Even the miner, however, gets accustomed to the
risk he runs, but what no one ever becomes used to is the long mental
fatigue of the responsibility of knowing that one mischosen word,
perhaps even one wrongly translated word, will be enough to doom to
destruction all those who have joined their fortunes with yours with
full confidence in you, for whom you are all and everything for the
time being.
[Illustration: PALAVER AT GAO.]
Father Hacquart slept no better than I did that anxious night. Would
he have slept if I had let him retire to his couch? Who can tell? I
needed his counsel and his experience, so we neither of us closed
an eye, for we discussed the situation, and what we should say,
the next day, for the whole night.
The result of our conference was, that we resolved to do the best
we could under whatever circumstances might arise, for to foresee
them was impossible; in a word, as sailors say, “Trim our sails
according to the weather.”
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