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
Feb. 5.—By sun-rise I was on the borders of the lake, armed for
the destruction of the multitude of birds, who, all unconscious of
my purpose, seemed as it were to welcome our arrival. Flocks of geese
and wild ducks, of a most beautiful plumage, were quietly feeding at
within half pistol shot of where I stood; and not being a very keen
or inhuman sportsman, for the terms appear to me to be synonymous,
my purpose of deadly warfare was almost shaken. As I moved towards
them they only changed their places a little to the right or left,
and appeared to have no idea of the hostility of my intentions. All
this was really so new, that I hesitated to abuse the confidence with
which they regarded me, and very quietly sat down to contemplate the
scene before me. Pelicans, cranes, four and five feet in height,
grey, variegated, and white, were scarcely so many yards from my
side, and a bird, between a snipe and a woodcock, resembling both,
and larger than either; immense spoonbills of a snowy whiteness,
widgeon, teal, yellow-legged plover, and a hundred species of (to
me at least) unknown water fowl, were sporting before me; and it
was long before I could disturb the tranquillity of the dwellers on
these waters by firing a gun.
[Illustration: From a Sketch by Major Denham’s.
Engraved by E. Finden.
KANEMBOO MARKET WOMAN.
UNMARRIED WOMAN OF SOUDAN.
_Published Feb. 1826, by John Murray, London._]
The soil near the edges of the lake was a firm dark mud; and, in proof
of the great overflowings and recedings of the waters, even in this
advanced dry season, the stalks of the gussub, of the preceding year,
were standing in the lake, more than forty yards from the shore. The
water is sweet and pleasant, and abounds with fish; which the natives
have a curious way of catching. Some thirty or forty women go into
the lake, with their wrappers brought up between their legs, and tied
round their middles, as I should say, by single files, and forming
a line at some distance in the water, fronting the land, for it is
very shallow near the edges, and absolutely charge the fish before
them so close, that they are caught by the hand, or leap upon the
shore. We purchased some, and the best flavoured was a sort of bream.
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