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
The propitious wind did not, however, prevent our people from finding
time to make a little _détour_ into the country, where they had the
luck to find some herdsmen who were trying to conceal a heifer amongst
the grass. There was a report of a gun, and the beast was stretched
upon the ground. A few minutes sufficed to quarter its carcase, and
the hide and the pieces were conveyed on board. Half-a-dozen kids and
some sheep were added to the stock, and so we proceeded on our way. In
the eyes of the people such plundering is deemed to be perfectly
legitimate for various reasons: first, because the Shillooks are
heathen; secondly, because some years before they had burnt five
Nubian vessels; thirdly and chiefly, because mutton and beef are very
choice eating, particularly after having been limited for a time to
durrapap. My tawny companions seemed to think that they knew a fourth
palliation for their proceeding, which consisted in this, that none
but themselves were capable of making a proper use of the goods of the
blacks. In the districts of the Upper Nile, wherever the breeding of
cattle is carried on, it is a custom of the negroes never to kill an
animal, but only to consume those which die naturally; the reason
obviously being, that they look upon the possession of living cattle
as the main object of their existence. With them, steers do the duty
of guineas and napoleons; the Nubians, therefore, jocosely affirm that
they swallow the guineas, which in the keeping of the heathen are
nothing better than so much dead capital.
We were not long in leaving the Shillook villages far behind. The
inhabited region seemed to recede as our boat made its way along the
water-course. The stream divided itself into a multitude of channels,
which threaded their way amidst a maze of islands. The distant rows of
acacias on either side were the only tokens to indicate the mainland.
This was the day on which we first saw the papyrus. To me, botanist as
I was, the event elevated the day to a festival. Here at a latitude of
9° 30´ N. are we now first able to salute this sire of immortal
thought, which centuries ago was just as abundant in Egypt as at
present it is on the threshold of the central deserts of Africa. I was
quite lost in admiration at the variety of production of the surface
of the water, to which the antique papyrus gave a noble finish. It
strikes the gaze like the creation of another world, and seems to
inspire a kind of reverence: although for days and weeks I was
environed by the marvellous beauties which enrich the flora of the
Nile, my eye was never weary of the vision of its graceful form.
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