The Lake Regions of Central Africa: A Picture of Exploration, Vol. 1Burton, Richard Francis, Sir
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The Lake Regions of Central Africa: A Picture of Exploration, Vol. 1
Burton, Richard Francis, Sir
Africa, Central -- Description and travel
Ascending with difficulty the eastern face of the step, which presented
two ladders of loose stones and fixed boulders of grey syenite,
hornblende, and greenstone, with coloured quartzes, micacious schistes,
and layers of talcose slate glittering like mother-o’-pearl upon the
surface, we found a half-way platform some 150 feet of extreme breadth.
Upon its sloping and irregular floor, black-green pools, sadly offensive
to more senses than one, spring-fed, and forming the residue of the
rain-water which fills the torrent, lay in muddy holes broadly fringed
with silky grass. Travellers drink without fear this upper Marenga
Mk’hali, which, despite its name, is rather soft and slimy, than
brackish, and sign of wild-beasts--antelope and buffalo, giraffe and
rhinoceros--appear upon its brink. It sometimes dries up in the heart of
the hot season, and then deaths from thirst occur amongst the porters
who, mostly Wanyanwezi, are not wont to practise abstinence in this
particular. “Sucking-places” are unknown to them, water-bearing bulbs
might here be discovered by the South African traveller; as a rule,
however, the East African is so plentifully supplied with the necessary
that he does not care to provide for a dry day by unusual means.
Ascending another steep incline we encamped upon a small step, the
half-way gradient of a higher level.
The 24th Sept. was to be a tirikeza: the Baloch and the sons of Ramji
spent the earlier half in blowing away gunpowder at antelope, partridge
and parrot, guinea-fowl and floriken, but not a head of game found its
way into camp. The men were hot, tired and testy, those who had wives
beat them, those who had not “let off the steam” by quarreling with one
another. Said bin Salim, sick and surly, had words concerning a
water-gourd with the brave Khudabakhsh, and the monocular Jemadar, who
made a point of overloading his porters, bitterly complained because
they would not serve him. At 2 P.M. we climbed up the last ladder of the
rough and stony incline, which placed us a few hundred feet above the
eastern half of the Lesser Desert. We took a pleasant leave of the last
of the rises; on this line of road, between Marenga Mk’hali and Western
Unyamwezi, the land, though rolling, has no steep ascents nor descents.
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