With this regulation of our measures, we descended the mountains, and it
was the second day before we quite reached the plain; where, however,
to make us amends, we found a fine little rivulet of very good water,
abundance of deer, a sort of creature like a hare, but not so nimble,
but whose flesh we found very agreeable. But we were deceived in our
intelligence, for we found no people; so we got no more prisoners to
assist us in carrying our baggage.
The infinite number of deer and other creatures which we saw here, we
found was occasioned by the neighbourhood of the waste or desert, from
whence they retired hither for food and refreshment. We stored ourselves
here with flesh and roots of divers kinds, which our negroes understood
better than we, and which served us for bread; and with as much water as
(by the allowance of a quart a day to a man for our negroes, and three
pints a day a man for ourselves, and three quarts a day each for our
buffaloes) would serve us twenty days; and thus loaded for a long
miserable march, we set forwards, being all sound in health and very
cheerful, but not alike strong for so great a fatigue; and, which was
our grievance, were without a guide.
In the very first entrance of the waste we were exceedingly discouraged,
for we found the sand so deep, and it scalded our feet so much with
the heat, that after we had, as I may call it, waded rather than walked
through it about seven or eight miles, we were all heartily tired and
faint; even the very negroes laid down and panted like creatures that
had been pushed beyond their strength.
Here we found the difference of lodging greatly injurious to us; for, as
before, we always made us huts to sleep under, which covered us from the
night air, which is particularly unwholesome in those hot countries. But
we had here no shelter, no lodging, after so hard a march; for here were
no trees, no, not a shrub near us; and, which was still more frightful,
towards night we began to hear the wolves howl, the lions bellow, and
a great many wild asses braying, and other ugly noises which we did not
understand.
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