The journal of Frederick Horneman's travels, from Cairo to Mourzouk, the capital of the kingdom of Fezzan, in Africa, in the years 1797-8 — John Shaqi
The journal of Frederick Horneman's travels, from Cairo to Mourzouk, the capital of the kingdom of Fezzan, in Africa, in the years 1797-8Hornemann, Friedrich
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The journal of Frederick Horneman's travels, from Cairo to Mourzouk, the capital of the kingdom of Fezzan, in Africa, in the years 1797-8
Hornemann, Friedrich
Berber languages; Fezzan (Libya) -- Description and travel; Libyan Desert -- Description and travel
All was gladness and felicitation this day throughout the caravan, and
especially amongst the merchants. Perhaps for years past the caravan
had not left Cairo with so gloomy and fearful a prospect as on the
present occasion, when an army of Infidels had so suddenly assailed
and taken the principal city of Africa, destroyed the ruling power
of the Mamelukes, and threatened immediate abolition to the trade
for slaves, on which the caravan principally subsists. It was but
a few days after our leaving Cairo, that the appearance of an horde
of Bedouins gave alarm to our caravan; indeed it was extraordinary
that we should reach Siwah without attack, as the Arabs had of late
been so bold, as even to pass the French posts, and rob near to the
very capital. Whilst at Siwah, we were apprised of the movements
of different hordes of Bengasi and other Arabian tribes; and not
far from our road between Augila and the frontiers of Fezzan,
we descried numerous vestiges of their depredation, viewing some
hundreds of dead camels and beasts of burthen which they had plundered
and left, probably from deficiency of water for their support. They
had robbed in the neighbourhood, and even made an attack on Temissa,
and had waited for us in these parts for a considerable time, till
they concluded that, from the conquest of Cairo, our caravan would
not this year proceed. Being therefore now in no immediate danger,
and our future route laying through the inhabited districts of the
realm of Fezzan, our fears at once vanished.
Temissa is at present a place of little importance, containing
not more than forty men bearing arms. It is built on a hill, and
surrounded by a high wall, capable of securing it against hostile
incursion if in due repair, but in many parts the wall is decayed
and fallen. I was told there were inscriptions to be discovered on
some of the buildings, but I found none, and rather suppose none such
ever existed, the ruins consisting of mere dilapidated houses, built
with limestone, and cemented with a reddish mortar. These remains,
however, shew that the ancient inhabitants of Temissa were more
expert in the art of building than the present, who have patched up
dwelling places in and among the ruins scarcely so comfortable as
our sheds for cattle in Europe.
These people have many sheep and goats. Their only beast of burden
is the ass. The place is surrounded with groves of date trees,
which furnish the chief subsistence; corn is produced, but in very
small quantity.
Having visited the town; on my return to camp, I found there a number
of the natives, bartering sheep, fowls and dates, for tobacco, butter,
female ornaments, and the coarse woollen stuffs with which the Arabs
are generally cloathed. The evening closed in mutual congratulation
and festivity, and the younger slaves and boys of the camp made
a bonfire.
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