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
No space may be found to enumerate all the varieties, but I must
mention the Seyleb (_Sanseviera_), whose fleshy tender leaves provided
the Nubian nomad with the ordinary material for the cords with which
he binds their burdens on his camels. These leaves in shape are not
unlike the Nile whips, and on that account may readily recall and stir
up painful memories to the poor Nubian of the kurbatch of the Turks,
whenever he may chance to see them. So richly burdened are the hanging
rocks with the varieties of rarest plants; so large and multiform is
the exhibition of scarce and novel succulents—that the greatest
enthusiast could hardly fail to be bewildered. As a most interesting
development of structural peculiarity, the Lassav, one of the
Capparids, demands some notice. It produces flowers which take a form
quite unique. A drawing taken from nature shows the strange deformity
of the petals, a double cluster of which is attached to the one broad
sepal, so as to produce the effect of two handkerchiefs in one pocket.
[Illustration: The Lassav (_Capparis galeata_). (Illustration
two-thirds of natural size.)]
This rich covering of vegetation is, however, confined to the side of
the mountains towards the sea; on the other side, as soon as the
second pass is left behind, the rocks are bare, and only the lowest
part of the valley is covered with anything of luxuriant verdure.
Acacias, growing so closely as almost to form a hedge, and gigantic
clumps of the grass-green Salvadora, shoot up like great dishes of
green salad from the cheerless space around. The moistening vapour of
the sea does not reach here to clothe the parched and naked rock. Such
were the valleys through which on the morning of the third day we
passed on to complete the first stage of our wanderings. Towards
midday, after marching for nineteen hours, we had reached Singat, the
summer retreat of the town Bedouins of Suakin.
The valley of Singat is about a league in breadth. It is enclosed by
two lofty mountain chains running parallel to the coast, apparently
joined by a number of projecting spurs. On the broad sandy bed of the
valley were erected scarcely less than 500 of those Bedouin tents, of
which the shape, in their drooping folds, may be compared to what we
see in the breast of a roasted fowl. Here, at least a quarter of the
population of the town, which reckons 3000 souls, passes the season of
refreshing rains. Later, when the mountain valleys are again dry and
destitute of pasture, these transient habitations are carried back
again; and the camels and goats must find their pasturage on the
slopes in the vicinity of the town, which are exposed to the action of
the damp sea air.
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