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
My shirt was now absolutely torn off my back, and I was left
perfectly naked. When my plunderers began to quarrel for the spoil,
the idea of escape came like lightning across my mind, and without
a moment’s hesitation or reflection I crept under the belly of
the horse nearest me, and started as fast as my legs could carry
me for the thickest part of the wood: two of the Felatahs followed,
and I ran on to the eastward, knowing that our stragglers would be
in that direction, but still almost as much afraid of friends as
foes. My pursuers gained on me, for the prickly underwood not only
obstructed my passage, but tore my flesh miserably; and the delight
with which I saw a mountain-stream gliding along at the bottom of
a deep ravine cannot be imagined. My strength had almost left me,
and I seized the young branches issuing from the stump of a large
tree which overhung the ravine, for the purpose of letting myself
down into the water, as the sides were precipitous, when, under my
hand, as the branch yielded to the weight of my body, a large liffa,
the worst kind of serpent this country produces, rose from its coil,
as if in the very act of striking. I was horror-struck, and deprived
for a moment of all recollection—the branch slipped from my hand,
and I tumbled headlong into the water beneath; this shock, however,
revived me, and with three strokes of my arms I reached the opposite
bank, which, with difficulty, I crawled up; and then, for the first
time, felt myself safe from my pursuers.
Scarcely had I audibly congratulated myself on my escape, when the
forlorn and wretched situation in which I was, without even a rag
to cover me, flashed with all its force upon my imagination. I was
perfectly collected, though fully alive to all the danger to which my
state exposed me, and had already begun to plan my night’s rest,
in the top of one of the tamarind-trees, in order to escape the
panthers which, as I had seen, abounded in these woods, when the
idea of the liffas, almost as numerous, and equally to be dreaded,
excited a shudder of despair.
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