Narrative of a Mission to Central Africa Performed in the Years 1850-51, Volume 2: 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 2: 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
Our route this morning lay through a remarkably fine district, teeming
with fertility, and requiring only the hand of industry to render it the
richest country in the world. Not a ten-thousandth part of the soil is
cultivated. We met a troop of schoolboys with their masters; their
boards, bedaubed with Arabic characters, would have been an effectual
protection for them against a troop of horsemen a thousand times larger
than ours. But, nevertheless, a poor woman, or a girl with a bowl of
milk or a little butter, could not pass unscathed. Such is morality
here. May there not, however, be some promise in this respect for
education? A woodman left his axe a moment on the roadside; one of our
troopers immediately went off and seized it. The woodman, returning,
followed the trooper to the Kashalla, and falling down, and throwing
dust over his head, begged for his axe as for his life. The Kashalla
could not withstand the appeal, and ordered his trooper to restore the
axe. The fellow had concealed the axe, and it was lucky the owner
discovered the thief so soon. The poor man went away very thankful,
thanking me also. I believe I may be some check on these depredations,
for I told my interpreter last night that I never saw a village, or any
people, pillaged in the Christian countries; in fact, that I could not
have hitherto believed that men could do the things which I saw done
that day by the servants of the Kashalla. It is probable he will mention
what I said to some one, and it will get to the ears of the said
Kashalla. The Africans, in plundering one another, appear as if they
were avenging some old grudge; as if they remembered the various
occasions when they themselves had been pillaged. They rob with
wonderful _gusto_.
A monotonous uniformity begins to prevail over all these tracts. I am
afraid I shall soon get tired of this negro population and these towns,
all built and all peopled in the same manner. They seem remarkably
curious at first, but curiosity soon palls.
We have with us the Hajah, mentioned before. She is very quiet, being
_passée_, and also afraid of the Sheikh's people.
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