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
April 24.—The sultan of Mandara had given no intimation whatever
of his intentions with regard to Boo-Khaloom’s destination,
and in consequence the impatience and discontent of the latter
were extreme. Offerings poured in, from all the Kerdy nations;
and the sultan excused himself to Boo-Khaloom for the delay,
on account of the extreme tractability of the people around him,
who, he said, were becoming Musselmans without force. Again Musgow
was mentioned; adding, that the warlike arm of the Arabs, bearing
the sword of the Prophet, might turn their hearts. This hypocrisy,
however, Boo-Khaloom inveighed against most loudly to me, declaring
that the conversion of the Kerdy people would lose him (the sultan)
thousands of slaves, as their constant wars with each other afford
them the means of supplying him abundantly.
My own patience, also, this morning underwent a severe trial. I
applied to Barca Gana, by dawn of day, for one of his men to accompany
me to the mountains; and after some conversation a chief was sent with
me to the house of the suggamah (chief of the town), who sent me to
another, and he begged I might be taken to a third. They all asked me
a hundred questions, which was natural enough; begged powder—looked
at my gun—snapped the lock so often, that I feared they would
break it, exclaiming, “Y-e-o-o-o! wonderful! wonderful!” when
the fire came. At last, however, when I once got it in my hand,
I loaded both the barrels, and after that I could not induce one
of them to put their hands within five yards of it. The last great
man whose house I was taken to cunningly begged me to fire, calling
his slaves to stand round him while I complied with his request:
immediately after he asked for the gun, and carried it into an inner
court. I was kept full half an hour waiting; when about ten slaves
rushed out, gave me the gun, and told the guide to carry me to the
palace. I complained that they had stolen both my flints. Every
body came to look—crowded round me, exclaiming, “Y-e-o-o-o!”
and this was all the redress I could obtain. I soon after found out
that the flints were not my only loss; my pocket handkerchief also,
which several had petitioned for without success, had been stolen.
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