Narrative of a Mission to Central Africa Performed in the Years 1850-51, Volume 1: Under the Orders and at the Expense of Her Majesty's GovernmentRichardson, James
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Narrative of a Mission to Central Africa Performed in the Years 1850-51, Volume 1: Under the Orders and at the Expense of Her Majesty's Government
Richardson, James
Africa, Central -- Description and travel; Africa, North -- Description and travel; Richardson, James, 1806-1851
The next day the country became more barren still, and the batoum
disappeared. The patches of barley likewise ceased to cheer the eye; and
little pools of water no longer sparkled in the rocky bottoms, as near
Kaleebah. The geological formation was nearly the same as yesterday; but
pieces of crystalline gypsum covered the ground, and the limestone here
and there took the form of alabaster. Some of the hills that close in
the huge basin-like valleys are of considerable elevation, and have
conic volcanic forms. All was dreary, and desolate, and sad, except that
some ground-larks whirled about; lizards and beetles still kept crossing
our path; and a single chameleon did not fade into sand-colour in time
to escape notice. No animals of the chase were seen; but our blacks
picked up the dung of the ostrich, and a horn of the aoudad. Here and
there we observed the broken columns of Roman milestones, some of them
covered with illegible inscriptions. The sockets generally remain
perfect. We saluted the memory of the sublime road-makers.
About noon, as we were traversing these solitudes in our usual irregular
order of march, a crowd of moving things came in sight. It proved to be
a slave-caravan, entirely composed of young girls. The Gadamsee
merchants who owned them recognised me, and shook me by the hand. Our
old black woman was soon surrounded by a troop of the poor slave-girls;
and when she related to them how she was returning free to her country
under the protection of the English, and wished them all the same
happiness, they fell round her weeping and kissing her feet. One poor
naked girl had slung at her back a child, with a strange look of
intelligence. I was about to give her a piece of money, but could not;
for, the tears bursting to my eyes, I was obliged to turn away. The
sight of these fragments of families stolen away to become drudges or
victims of brutal passion in a foreign land, invariably produced this
effect upon me. This caravan consisted of some thirty girls and twenty
camel-loads of elephants' teeth. They had been seventy days on their way
from Ghât, including, however, thirty-four days of rest. Most of these
poor wretches had performed journeys on their way to bondage which would
invest me with imperishable renown as a traveller could I accomplish
them.
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