The heart of Africa, Vol. 1 (of 2)Schweinfurth, Georg August
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The heart of Africa, Vol. 1 (of 2)
Schweinfurth, Georg August
Africa, Central -- Description and travel; Schweinfurth, Georg August, 1836-1925 -- Travel -- Africa, Central
Herbarium, topography, and language all seemed to favour me; the chief
drawback was the state of my health. I suffered from a disorganised
condition of the spleen, which gave me some uneasiness and misgiving;
yet, after all, it appeared to be just the key that had unlocked
the secret of the unexampled good fortune of my journey. The
numerous attacks of fever had probably reduced it to such a state of
inactivity, that it ceased to be affected by any miasma; or
perhaps it had assumed the function of a condensator, so as to render
the miasma innocuous. Anyhow, it seemed to perform services which I
could not do otherwise than gratefully accept as a timely gift of
Providence. As a farewell on my landing in Alexandria, I experienced
one slight twinge from my malady, and then it was quiet; it did not
again re-appear even in the noxious swamps of the Upper Nile, which
had been disastrous to so many of my predecessors. No recurrence of
my disorder interrupted my activity or clouded my enjoyment, but
fever-free I remained, an exception among a hundred travellers.
The time which elapsed between the completion of my first, and the
commencement of my second journey, was occupied in studies which were
directed to the scientific classification and analysis of what had been
so abundantly secured.
Whoever knows the blameless avarice of a plant-hunter will understand
how these studies could only arouse in me a craving after fresh booty.
I could not forget that the greater part of the Nile territory, with
the mysterious flora of its most southern affluents, still remained
a fresh field for botanical investigations; and no wonder that it
presented itself as an object irresistibly attractive to my desires.
But one who has himself, on the virgin soil of knowledge in unopened
lands, been captivated by the charm of gathering fresh varieties,
and has surrendered himself to the unreserved enjoyment of Nature’s
freedom, will be prompted to yet keener eagerness; such an one cannot
be daunted by any privation he has undergone, nor deterred by any alarm
for his health: he recalls as a vision of Paradise the land he has
learnt to love; he exaggerates the insalubrity of a northern climate;
he bewails the wretched formality of our civilised life, and so, back
to the distant solitudes flies his recollection like a dove to the
wilderness.
Of this kind were my impressions as these two years passed away.
I was prohibited from any immediate prosecution of my hope by the
inadequacy of my pecuniary means. A welcome opportunity, however, soon
presented itself, and enabled me to resume my investigation of the
district of the Nile.
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