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
The succeeding day we were on march before sunrise; our road crossed a
plain, with date trees to the south, among which I descried several
small villages. I was till noon separated from my usual party,
the Sultan’s Sheik of Zuila being pleased to select me as his
particular companion. His ordinary clothes were very much worn,
and even ragged; he had a cloak, the badge of his high office; he
chose to ride with me (as he said) because he deemed it dishonour to
ride with the merchants. When permitted to quit him and rejoin my
old comrades, I found them in great glee and spirits, at being so
near the place where they had houses and families; their gladness,
however, soon received alloy, for the officers of the Sultan met
us to take account of the bales and merchandize, which had not
being usually done till arrival at the gates of Mourzouk; and the
merchants had been in the habit of previously disposing of at least
a third of their goods, in order to evade the duties. Some however,
had contrived to intermingle their baggage with that of the pilgrims,
who pay no duties. Rather out of humour with what had passed, our
traders of the caravan agreed with a proposal of the Sheik to make
a forced march to _Tragen_, where we arrived at sunset.
At this place we reposed the whole of the ensuing day, employed in
preparation for honourable appearance before the Sultan, who usually
rides out to meet the caravan, in pious respect to the pilgrims
returning from Mecca. The Sultan sent forward some camels laden
with meat and bread, which were here distributed. The next morning
we proceeded, and after eight hours march, pitched our camp near
to the chapel and tomb of _Sidibischir_, a holy man of great renown
in ancient times, and from whom the village near is likewise named
_Sidibischir_. The following day was to be that of our interview
with the Sultan. On that day, the _17th of November_, we finished
our long and perilous journey, arriving, after a three hours march,
in the immediate vicinities of Mourzouk.
The Sultan had posted himself on a rising ground, attended by a
numerous court, and a multitude of his subjects.
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