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
As might be conjectured, there is no want amongst these woods of
ant-hills such as these, which have ceased to be occupied, and which
consequently have been adopted as lurking-places by various kinds of
animals that shun the light and lead a troglodite existence. Here
skulks the aardvark or earth-pig (_Orycteropus_); here gropes the
African armadillo (_Manis_); hither resort wild boars of many a breed;
here may be tracked the porcupines, the honey-weasel, or ratel; here
go the zebra-ichneumons and the rank civet-cats; whilst here,
perchance, may be found what in this land is rare, an occasional
hyæna.
Thus, after seven days’ journeying over a country all but uninhabited,
on the 23rd of November I found myself at the head Seriba of my friend
and protector, who received me with true Oriental hospitality. First
of all, he had newly-erected for my use three pleasant huts, enclosed
in their own fence; his thoughtfulness had gone so far that he had
provided me with several chairs and tables; he had sent to a Seriba,
eight days’ journey distant, to obtain some cows, that I might enjoy
new milk every day; and, in short, he had taken the utmost pains to
insure me the best and amplest provisions that the locality could
supply. My attendants, too, who, together with their slaves, made up a
party of thirteen, were entertained as freely as myself: everything
contributed to keep them in good mood, and they were delighted jointly
and severally to throw in their lot with mine.
The natives, when they saw not only their own superior, but the
governors of other Seribas, treat me with such consideration,
providing me with a palanquin for every brook, came to the conclusion
that I was a magnate, and said to each other, “This white man is a
lord over all the Turks”—Turks being the name by which the Nubians
here wish to be known, although before a genuine Osmanli they would
not have ventured to take such a title. As Aboo Sammat used jocosely
to remark, they were accustomed at home to carry mud, but here they
carried a gun instead. It was a matter of congratulation to myself
that the people already had arrived at some apprehension of the
superiority of an European. It set me at my ease to observe that I had
nothing to fear as to being mistaken by the natives for one of the
same stock as the Nubian menials. Equally advantageous to me was it
that the same impression prevailed amongst the Niam-niam and the
distant Monbuttoo, to whose territories I was approaching, and
accordingly I entered upon my wanderings under what must be considered
favourable auspices.
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