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
Turning short off, almost at a right angle to our previous direction,
our way beyond Duggoroo, after seven leagues, over a country
well-wooded and rich in game, led us to the borders of Aboo Sammat’s
territory. Once again the land began to rise, and appeared to be all
but barren in water-courses of any kind. As we went along I picked up,
in a state of perfect preservation, several of the bleached skulls of
some of Aboo Sammat’s bearers, who, wounded in the murderous attack by
Shereefee’s people, had never been able to regain their homes. In a
bag, which one of my attendants constantly carried, I had a collection
made of a number of the great land-snails which, after the termination
of the rains, abounded in this region. The two kinds which appeared
most common were _Limnicolaria nilotica_ and _L. flammea_; of these,
the former is rather more than four inches in length, the latter
rather more than three. They invade the bushes and shrubs, and have a
great partiality for the tender leaves of the numerous varieties of
wild vine. They serve as food for a number of birds, the _Centropus
monachus_, the cuckoo of the climate, in particular having a keen
relish for them. Their shells are as thin as paper, a circumstance
which, like the brittleness in the egg-shells of hens, testifies to
the deficiency of chalk in the soil. I was in need of soap, and the
chief object which I had in taking the trouble to collect these shells
was to obtain what cretaceous matter I could, to enable me to make a
supply, no other method of getting it occurring to my mind. At night
we rested at a poor Seriba called Matwoly, where we were received in
some dilapidated huts, as the place, together with all its Bongo
adjuncts, for greater security against the attacks of Shereefee, was
about to be abandoned.
The wearisome monotony of the woods, now generally stripped of their
foliage, was enlivened by the fresh green of the Combretum, which here
long anticipates every other tree in putting forth its tender buds.
Gaily it stands apart from the uniform grey and brown of the
surrounding forest, thrown into yet higher relief by the yellow of the
mass of withered grass below, and showing itself brightly from the
half-shaded gloom of the wood beyond.
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