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
A large _sombrero_ of Mexican cut which protected my head from the
rays of the sun, excited the curiosity of the Shillooks. On their own
heads they wore a similar covering, except that theirs was made from
their own hair. I called their attention to the great likeness between
black men and white men, but very great was their astonishment when
they saw that my hair could be taken off and put on again, which would
be to them very incredible. It might almost be said that they are
hardly born without their crests, which sometimes resemble the comb of
a guinea-fowl, and at other times seem to be borrowed and designed
from the aureoles which we admire in Greek sacred pictures. Even while
they are infants at the breast, the hair is begun to be fastened into
shape with gum-arabic and ashes, and in course of time is permanently
brought into whatever form they please.
[Sidenote: SWARM OF BEES.]
The dreary steppe in the neighbourhood of Kaka contained nothing that
was worth the trouble of collecting. The dried-up remains of
vegetation had been completely annihilated by fire. Accordingly I was
anxious to proceed farther the same day, that I might botanise in some
undisturbed spot of the primæval forest; my desire was, however,
frustrated by an incident which I do not even now remember without a
shudder. At the village the shore, as far as the eye could reach,
forms a treeless steppe; but at some little distance the river is
again bordered by a dense forest. A place was soon reached, where the
stream takes a remarkable bend, and proceeds for eight miles in a
north-easterly direction. This place has the singular name of
Dyoorab-el-Esh, or the sack of corn. Now, as the north-east wind of
course was adverse to any north-east progress, it was necessary that
the boat should be towed by the crew. As the rope was being drawn
along through the grass on the banks it happened that it disturbed a
swarm of bees. In a moment, like a great cloud, they burst upon the
men who were dragging; every one of them threw himself headlong into
the water and hurried to regain the boat. The swarm followed at their
heels, and in a few seconds filled every nook and cranny of the deck.
What a scene of confusion ensued may readily be imagined.
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