In Darkest Africa, Vol. 2; or, The Quest, Rescue, and Retreat of Emin, Governor of EquatoriaStanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
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In Darkest Africa, Vol. 2; or, The Quest, Rescue, and Retreat of Emin, Governor of Equatoria
Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
Africa, Central -- Description and travel; Emin Pasha, 1840-1892
For the first 900 feet above camp the climbing was fairly good, and
our progress was greatly aided by a native track which led up to
some huts in the hills. These huts we found to be of the ordinary
circular type so common on the plain, but with the difference that
bamboo was largely used in their interior construction. Here we
found the food of the natives to be maize, bananas, and colocassia
roots. On moving away from these huts, we soon left behind us the
long rank grass, and entered a patch of low scrubby bush,
intermixed with bracken and thorns, making the journey more
difficult.
At 8.30 A.M. we came upon some more huts of the same type, and
found that the natives had decamped from them some days previously.
Here the barometer read 23·58 and 22·85; the thermometer 75° F. On
all sides of us we could see Dracænas, and here and there an
occasional tree-fern and palm: and, tangled in all shapes on either
side of the track, were masses of long bracken. The natives now
appeared at different hill-tops and points near by, and did their
best to frighten us back down the mountain, by shouting and blowing
horns. We, however, kept on our way up the slope, and in a short
time they disappeared and gave us very little further trouble.
Of the forest plains, stretching far away below us, we could see
nothing, owing to the thick haze; we were thus prevented from
seeing the hills to the west and north-west.
At 10 30 A.M., after some sharp climbing, we reached the last
settlement of the natives, the cultivation consisting of beans and
colocassias, but no bananas. Here the barometer read 22·36;
thermometer 84° F. Beyond this settlement was a rough track leading
up the spur to the forest; this we followed, but in many places, to
get along at all, we had to crawl on our hands and knees, so steep
were the slopes.
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