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
of these stupendous mountains as with the lofty peaks of the Andes.
The extreme southern peak which I could discern was that called
Mendify, which rose into the air with singular boldness. It was said
to be a distance from Musfeia of two long days’ journey,—say
thirty-five miles. At that distance, it had all the character of an
alpine peak, of a most patriarchal height. I could perceive with
a glass other mountains extending from its sides, the forms of
which bore a tranquil character, compared with the arid and steep
peaks which overlooked them. It resembled very much in appearance
“Les Arguilles,” as they appear looking at them from the
Mer-de-Glace. The following outline may serve to show their shape
and character.
[Illustration]
Iron is found in abundance in all the Mandara hills; but no other
metal, that I was informed of. All the houses or huts at Mandara have
outer doors to the court, which are made of pieces of wood, hasped
together with iron. They make hinges, small bars, and a sort of hoe
used to weed the corn, and send them for sale to the Bornou towns. The
iron they use is mostly brought from the west near Karowa. I went
to the house of a blacksmith, for the purpose of seeing some of the
metal in its natural state, and found four men with a very rude forge,
formed by a hole in the sand: the bellows were two kid skins, with
an iron tube fixed in each, which tubes were conveyed underneath the
fire. The wind was produced by a man blowing these skins, which were
open at the top to let in the air. Their hammers were two pieces of
iron, weighing about two pounds each, and a coarse piece of the same
metal for an anvil; and considering their implements, they worked
with some tact. I regretted much that I had not an English hammer
to give them. Large masses of the iron, as nature produces it, were
lying about; and they appeared to me as so many rusty earthy masses.
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