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
By being ten days encamped[53] close to the frigue of the Dugganah
Shouaas, we had a better opportunity of observing these curious
people: they were a superior class to any I had met with; they
were rich in cattle, and in camels, and seemed to live in plenty,
and patriarchal simplicity. The sheikh had greatly encouraged
their taking refuge with him on their disagreement with Waday,
and had promised them protection, tribute free, provided they were
faithful. Both the men and women were comely, particularly the latter,
who, when they found that we paid for what we wanted in little bits
of coarse _karem_ (amber), with which I had provided myself, brought
us, night and morning, frothy bowls of milk, which formed by far the
best part of our repasts. There is something so curious and singularly
interesting and expressive in the Shouaa manners and language, that I
am at a loss how to describe it. A girl sits down by your tent with
a bowl of milk, a dark blue cotton wrapper tied round her waist,
and a mantila of the same thrown over her head, with which she hides
her face, yet leaves all her bust naked; she says, “A happy day
to you! Your friend has brought you milk: you gave her something
so handsome yesterday, she has not forgotten it. Oh! how her eyes
ache to see all you have got in that wooden house,” pointing to a
trunk. “We have no fears now; we know you are good; and our eyes,
which before could not look at you, now search after you always:
they bid us beware of you, at first, for you were bad, very bad;
but we know better now. How it pains us that you are so white!”
As we had not more than four days’ provision, I determined on
returning after another interview with Barca Gana: we left Tangalia,
and returned to the spot where we had left the Biddomassy, and had
scarcely pitched our tents when a storm came on, which lasted till
midnight: but bad as it was, it was preferable to the stings of the
musquitoes and flies which succeeded it. Notwithstanding we had fires
inside the tent, which nearly stifled us, no sleep was to be obtained.
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