Narrative of travels and discoveries in Northern and Central Africa, in the years 1822, 1823, and 1824Denham, Dixon
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Narrative of travels and discoveries in Northern and Central Africa, in the years 1822, 1823, and 1824
Denham, Dixon
Africa, Central -- Description and travel; Africa, North -- Description and travel; Natural history -- Africa, North
Feb. 10.—I this morning went to the eastward, in order to see the
extent of the forest, and also, if possible, to get a sight of the
herd, of upwards of one hundred and fifty elephants, which some of
the Arabs had seen the day before while their camels were feeding. I
was not disappointed. I found them about six miles from the town,
in the grounds annually overflowed by the waters of the lake,
where the coarse grass is twice the height of a man: they seemed
to cover the face of the country, and, I should think, exceeded
the number I had expected to see. When the waters flow over these
their pasturages, they are forced by hunger to approach the towns,
and spread devastation throughout their march; whole plantations,
the hopes of the inhabitants for the next year, are sometimes
destroyed in a single night. Nothing, however, more ferocious than
large antelopes, with a fox and wild hog or two, was to be seen,
besides elephants, although I beat every thicket. We had followed
about half a dozen of these antelopes for more than three hours,
who merely changed their place without ever getting out of sight,
but never allowed us to get near enough to hazard a shot. When quite
fatigued, I determined on making for some distant huts, and begging a
little milk, sweet or sour. No knowing landlady of a country inn ever
scanned the character of her customer more than did this untaught,
though cunning negro, whom we found there. He first denied that he
had any, notwithstanding the bowls were full scarcely ten paces
behind him; and then asked, what I had got to pay for it? I had
really nothing; and after offering my pocket-handkerchief, which
was returned to me as not worth any thing, I was about to depart,
though ten long miles from the tents, thirsty as I was, when the Arab
pointed to a needle, which was sticking in my jacket: for this and a
white bead which the Arab produced, we had a bowl of fine milk and
a basket of nuts, which refreshed us much; and we returned home by
the lake, where I shot two birds—one a very fine crane, and the
other of the woodpecker species, and saw a flock of at least five
hundred pelicans, but could not get near enough to fire at them.
The whole surface of the country for the last eighteen days had been
covered with a grass which produced a calyx so full of prickles as
to annoy us almost to misery: these prickles were of the finest and
most penetrating sharpness that can be imagined; they attached to
every part of our dress; and so small were the points, that it was
impossible to extract them without their breaking and leaving a part
behind: if we walked, at every step we were obliged to clear them
from our feet—mats, blankets, trowsers, were filled with these
irritating annoyances, so that there was no getting rid of them, by
day or night; in short, no part of the body was free from them. The
seed from this grass is called kashcia, and is eaten[21].
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