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
On leaving O-Baek we had next to traverse the plains extending to the
west of the wells; formed of the finest quicksand, blown up into hills
often as high as a house, these sands were a considerable impediment
to the camels. From the dreary waste of the plain with its loose black
rocks, jutted up a solitary block of granite, to which the Bedouins
give the suggestive name of “Eremit.” An hour’s journey further on
there appeared, above the plain by the right of the road, another
isolated mass of granite, one of those landmarks visible from afar,
which, after the weariness of the desert journey, is ever greeted
gratefully by the eye of the long-tried traveller. It is a natural
stone obelisk, 35 feet high, in its singular shape resembling an
inverted pear or fig. The block is narrow at the base, and evidently
in the course of time has been worn away by the action of the sand as
it has been driven by the wind.[5] This monument, the unhewn
production of nature itself, is called by the natives Aboo-Odfa, Odfa
being the name of a saddle covered with a canopy which is used for
women on the camel. Smaller blocks of similar conformation are not
unfrequently met with at other parts of the road.
On the grassy bottom of Aboo-Kolod, where, in consequence of the late
rain, great pools had formed themselves, we made our last night camp
but one. The slopes had all the characteristics of being on the level
of the Nile at Berber, whilst the remainder of the road again ascends.
The last wady is Aboo-Selem; it was at that time one unbroken
sorghum-field, its fruitful soil was already cultivated by the
industrious inhabitants of the Nile valley, although the recurrence of
the rain would permit the culture only at intervals. At length on the
7th of October we entered the town of Berber. Without loss of time I
found a boat on which to continue my journey to Khartoom.
Whilst I encamped at Berber, pending my embarkation on the Nile, I had
been unconsciously put into a position of some jeopardy. The native of
Dongola who accompanied me as my servant, in order to find the safest
place he could to secure the prohibited wares of a Greek merchant from
the eyes of the police, had, without my knowledge, concealed under my
tent a considerable quantity of gunpowder and other explosive
materials. Whilst the fellow was away on a visit to town, I had
unsuspiciously kindled a fire on the loose sandy soil, in order to
perform my cooking operations, little dreaming of the peril which
happily I escaped.
[Sidenote: HOSPITALITY.]
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