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
We were first ushered into an audience-room or hall, of large
dimensions, with little light, adapted for an African climate. It is
newly built, and indeed not yet finished. The architecture is the same
as the public buildings or houses of the chief officers in Kuka. Here we
waited a quarter of an hour, during which time the people poured in from
all quarters. At length we were ushered into the presence. I found the
Sultan to be a good-looking black, with features not much stamped with
the negro character. He was about the age of forty-five or fifty. His
costume was truly royal, consisting of a loose tobe of purple silk, and
a black burnouse, embroidered, thrown over it. He wore a turban of
Egyptian form, and very handsome. His highness received me very affably,
and I took my seat near him, on a pic-nic stool which I have with me. I
shook hands, and doffed my hat. There was no throwing of dust about, as
at Zinder. But we found the Sultan already seated, with all his
courtiers and officers around him. His highness asked about my health,
and the Tuaricks. He observed, "The Tuaricks are afraid of you." Some
persons of that tribe, perhaps, have given him this false view of the
case, pretending that the Tuaricks are afraid I am come to spy out the
country, to be taken possession hereafter by the Queen. His highness
minutely scanned all my European clothes, making many inquiries about
them. All the people were highly delighted to see me throw aside my
miserable Soudan tobe, and dress in my European costume. In fact, I
don't know what I should have done without these clothes. The people
then pulled off my boots, and burst out into an involuntary exclamation
of astonishment when they saw my white leg under my stocking. My face
and hands are both pretty well tanned, and the quality of the European
skin is not so visible as in the parts of the body covered. His highness
then inquired whether there was war in Europe, and whether peace existed
between England and the Porte. He was very anxious to continue his
questions, but there being two or three hundred persons present, he was
obliged to defer them till the evening. I was much gratified with the
sight. It was really a scene of African state, but without deformities.
There was no blood, no slaying of victims, no abject ceremonies; nothing
to offend the eye of the European. We merely saw, seated on a raised
platform, a black, robed in barbaric style of splendour, with a hundred
courtiers and officers squatted on the ground him, all humble beings,
but not abject.
On returning, his highness sent our caravan four bullocks, to be
slaughtered for our use. To-day was market-day, but there was no stock
of consequence here, there being little foreign commerce. There may be a
score of foreign merchants, nearly all from Fezzan, but they are mere
traders, and only bring a few things for the Sultan and his chief
officers. These merchants say that there is no money here, nor, indeed,
in Bornou.
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