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
Without any foreboding of ill, I was arranging my plants in my cabin,
when I heard all around me a scampering which I took at first to be
merely the frolics of my people, as that was the order of the day. I
called out to inquire the meaning of the noise, but only got excited
gestures and reproachful looks in answer. The cry of “Bees! bees!”
soon broke upon my ear, and I proceeded to light a pipe. My attempt
was entirely in vain; in an instant bees in thousands are about me,
and I am mercilessly stung all over my face and hands. To no purpose
do I try to protect my face with a handkerchief, and the more
violently I fling my hands about so much the more violent becomes the
impetuosity of the irritated insects. The maddening pain is now on my
cheek, now in my eye, now in my hair. The dogs from under my bed burst
out frantically, overturning everything in their way. Losing well nigh
all control over myself, I fling myself in despair into the river; I
dive down, but all in vain, for the stings rain down still upon my
head. Not heeding the warnings of my people, I creep through the reedy
grass to the swampy bank. The grass lacerates my hands, and I try to
gain the mainland, hoping to find shelter in the woods. All at once
four powerful arms seize me and drag me back with such force that I
think I must be choked in the mud. I am compelled to go back on board,
and flight is not to be thought of.
[Sidenote: BEE-STINGS.]
In the cooling moisture I had so far recovered my self-possession,
that it occurred to me to drag a sheet from my chest, and this at last
I found some protection, but I had first gradually to crush the bees
which I had enclosed with me within this covering. Meantime by great
self-denial and courage on the part of my excellent people, my large
dog was brought on board to me and covered with cloths; the other, an
animal from Khartoom, was unfortunately lost. Cowering down
convulsively, I lingered out thus three full hours, whilst the buzzing
continued uninterruptedly, and solitary stings penetrated periodically
through the linen. Everyone by degrees became equally passive as
myself; at length a perfect silence reigned on board; the bees
subsided into quietness. Meanwhile, some courageous men had crept
stealthily to the bank, and had succeeded in setting fire to the
reeds. The smoke rose to their assistance, and thus they contrived to
scare away the bees from the boat, and, setting it afloat, they drove
it to the other bank. Had the thought of the fire occurred at first,
our misfortune would have assumed a much milder character; but in the
suddenness of the attack everyone lost all presence of mind. Free from
further apprehension, we could now examine our injuries. With the help
of a looking-glass and a pair of pincers I extracted all the stings
from my face and hands, and inconvenience in those places soon passed
away. But it was impossible to discover the stings in my hair; many of
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