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
On the 12th we reached Bilma[18], the capital of the Tibboos, and
the residence of their sultan, who, having always managed to get
before and receive us, advanced a mile from the town attended by
some fifty of his men at arms, and double the number of the sex we
call fair. The men had most of them bows and arrows, and all carried
spears: they approached Boo Khaloom, shaking them in the air over
their heads; and after this salutation we all moved on towards
the town, the females dancing, and throwing themselves about with
screams and songs in a manner to us quite original. They were of a
superior class to those of the minor towns; some having extremely
pleasing features, while the pearly white of their regular teeth
was beautifully contrasted with the glossy black of their skin, and
the triangular flaps of plaited hair, which hung down on each side
of their faces, streaming with oil, with the addition of the coral
in the nose, and large amber necklaces, gave them a very seducing
appearance. Some of them carried a sheish, a fan made of soft grass,
or hair, for the purpose of keeping off the flies; others a branch
of a tree, and some fans of ostrich feathers, or a bunch of keys:
all had something in their hands, which they wave over their heads
as they advance. One wrapper of Soudan tied on the top of the left
shoulder, leaving the right breast bare, formed their covering,
while a smaller one was thrown over the head, which hung down to
their shoulders, or was thrown back at pleasure: notwithstanding the
apparent scantiness of their habiliments, nothing could be farther
from indelicate than was their appearance or deportment.
On arriving at Bilma, we halted under the shade of a large tulloh
tree while the tents were pitching; and the women danced with great
taste, and, as I was assured by the sultan’s nephew, with skill
also. As they approach each other, accompanied by the slow beat of
an instrument formed out of a gourd, covered with goat’s skin,
for a long time their movements are confined to the head, hands,
and body, which they throw from one side to the other, flourish
in the air, and bend without moving the feet; suddenly, however,
the music becomes quicker and louder, when they start into the most
violent gestures, rolling their heads round, gnashing their teeth,
and shaking their hands at each other, leaping up, and on each side,
until one or both are so exhausted that they fall to the ground:
another pair then take their place.
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