Missionary Travels and Researches in South AfricaLivingstone, David
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Missionary Travels and Researches in South Africa
Livingstone, David
Missions -- South Africa; South Africa -- Description and travel
Next morning, by climbing the highest trees, we could see a fine large
sheet of water, but surrounded on all sides by the same impenetrable
belt of reeds. This is the broad part of the River Chobe, and is called
Zabesa. Two tree-covered islands seemed to be much nearer to the water
than the shore on which we were, so we made an attempt to get to them
first. It was not the reeds alone we had to pass through; a peculiar
serrated grass, which at certain angles cut the hands like a razor, was
mingled with the reed, and the climbing convolvulus, with stalks which
felt as strong as whipcord, bound the mass together. We felt like
pigmies in it, and often the only way we could get on was by both of us
leaning against a part and bending it down till we could stand upon
it. The perspiration streamed off our bodies, and as the sun rose high,
there being no ventilation among the reeds, the heat was stifling, and
the water, which was up to the knees, felt agreeably refreshing. After
some hours' toil we reached one of the islands. Here we met an old
friend, the bramble-bush. My strong moleskins were quite worn through
at the knees, and the leather trowsers of my companion were torn and his
legs bleeding. Tearing my handkerchief in two, I tied the pieces round
my knees, and then encountered another difficulty. We were still forty
or fifty yards from the clear water, but now we were opposed by great
masses of papyrus, which are like palms in miniature, eight or ten feet
high, and an inch and a half in diameter. These were laced together by
twining convolvulus, so strongly that the weight of both of us could not
make way into the clear water. At last we fortunately found a passage
prepared by a hippopotamus. Eager as soon as we reached the island to
look along the vista to clear water, I stepped in and found it took me
at once up to the neck.
Returning nearly worn out, we proceeded up the bank of the Chobe till we
came to the point of departure of the branch Sanshureh; we then went in
the opposite direction, or down the Chobe, though from the highest trees
we could see nothing but one vast expanse of reed, with here and there
a tree on the islands. This was a hard day's work; and when we came to a
deserted Bayeiye hut on an ant-hill, not a bit of wood or any thing
else could be got for a fire except the grass and sticks of the dwelling
itself. I dreaded the "Tampans", so common in all old huts; but
outside of it we had thousands of mosquitoes, and cold dew began to be
deposited, so we were fain to crawl beneath its shelter.
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