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
I now for the first time, as I saw Barca Gana on a fresh horse,
lamented my own folly in so exposing myself, badly prepared as I was
for accidents. If either of my horse’s wounds were from poisoned
arrows, I felt that nothing could save me: however there was not much
time for reflection; we instantly became a flying mass, and plunged,
in the greatest disorder, into that wood we had but a few hours
before moved through with order, and very different feelings. I had
got a little to the westward of Barca Gana, in the confusion which
took place on our passing the ravine which had been left just in our
rear, and where upwards of one hundred of the Bornowy were speared
by the Felatahs, and was following at a round gallop the steps of
one of the Mandara eunuchs, who, I observed, kept a good look out,
his head being constantly turned over his left shoulder, with a face
expressive of the greatest dismay—when the cries behind, of the
Felatah horse pursuing, made us both quicken our paces. The spur,
however, had the effect of incapacitating my beast altogether,
as the arrow, I found afterwards, had reached the shoulder-bone,
and in passing over some rough ground, he stumbled and fell. Almost
before I was on my legs, the Felatahs were upon me; I had, however,
kept hold of the bridle, and seizing a pistol from the holsters,
I presented it at two of these ferocious savages, who were pressing
me with their spears: they instantly went off; but another who came
on me more boldly, just as I was endeavouring to mount, received the
contents somewhere in his left shoulder, and again I was enabled to
place my foot in the stirrup. Remounted, I again pushed my retreat;
I had not, however, proceeded many hundred yards, when my horse
again came down, with such violence as to throw me against a tree
at a considerable distance; and alarmed at the horses behind him,
he quickly got up and escaped, leaving me on foot and unarmed.
The eunuch and his four followers were here butchered, after a very
slight resistance, and stripped within a few yards of me: their
cries were dreadful; and even now the feelings of that moment are
fresh in my memory: my hopes of life were too faint to deserve the
name. I was almost instantly surrounded, and incapable of making
the least resistance, as I was unarmed—was as speedily stripped,
and whilst attempting first to save my shirt and then my trowsers,
I was thrown on the ground. My pursuers made several thrusts at me
with their spears, that badly wounded my hands in two places, and
slightly my body, just under my ribs on the right side: indeed, I saw
nothing before me but the same cruel death I had seen unmercifully
inflicted on the few who had fallen into the power of those who now
had possession of me; and they were alone prevented from murdering
me, in the first instance, I am persuaded, by the fear of injuring
the value of my clothes, which appeared to them a rich booty—but
it was otherwise ordained.
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