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
several of the guard, were invited to an English dinner on a fair
sirloin of beef, and a curious succedaneum for a plum-pudding, where
neither flour nor currants were to be found. A characteristic trait
manifested itself on this occasion. Amongst Arabs, the remnants of a
feast must always be distributed to the servants and slaves of the
guests;--a “brass knocker” would lose a man’s reputation. Knowing this,
I had ordered the Goanese to do in Rome as the Romans do; and being
acquainted with their peculiarities, I paid them an unexpected visit,
where they were found so absorbed in the task of hiding, under pots and
pans, every better morsel from a crowd of hungry peerers that the
interruption of a stick was deemed necessary.
At length, on the 10th January, 1858, I left Msene with considerable
difficulty. The Kirangozi, or guide, who had promised to accompany me,
had sent an incompetent substitute, his brother, a raw young lad, who
had no power to collect porters. The sons of Ramji positively refused to
lend their aid in strengthening the gang. One of Said bin Salim’s
children, the boy Faraj, had fled to Kazeh. The bull-headed Mabruki was
brought back from flight only by the persuasion of his brother “Bombay,”
and even “Bombay,” under the influence of some negroid Neæra, at the
time of departure hid himself in his hut. All feared the march
westwards. A long strip of blue hill lying northwards ever keeps the
traveller in mind of the robber Watuta, and in places where the clans
are mixed, all are equally hostile to strangers. Villages are less
frequented and more meanly built, and caravans are not admitted beyond
the faubourgs--the miserable huts outlying the fences. The land also is
most unhealthy. After the rain, the rich dark loam becomes, like the
black soils of Guzerat and the Deccan, a coat of viscid mire. Above is a
canopy of cumulus and purple nimbus, that discharge their loads in
copious day-long floods. The vegetation is excessive, and where there is
no cultivation a dense matting of coarse grass, laid by wind and water
and decayed by mud, veils the earth, and from below rises a clammy
chill, like the thaw-cold of England, the effect of extreme humidity.
And, finally, the paths are mere lines, pitted with deep holes, and worn
by cattle through the jungle.
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