It was very remarkable that we had now travelled 1000 miles without
meeting with any people in the heart of the whole continent of Africa,
where, to be sure, never man set his foot since the sons of Noah spread
themselves over the face of the whole earth. Here also our gunner took
an observation with his forestaff, to determine our latitude, and he
found now, that having marched about thirty-three days northward, we
were in 6 degrees 22 minutes south latitude.
After having with great difficulty got over this river, we came into a
strange wild country that began a little to affright us; for though the
country was not a desert of dry scalding sand as that was we had passed
before, yet it was mountainous, barren, and infinitely full of most
furious wild beasts, more than any place we had passed yet. There was
indeed a kind of coarse herbage on the surface, and now and then a few
trees, or rather shrubs. But people we could see none, and we began
to be in great suspense about victuals, for we had not killed a deer
a great while, but had lived chiefly upon fish and fowl, always by the
water-side, both which seemed to fail us now; and we were in the more
consternation, because we could not lay in a stock here to proceed upon,
as we did before, but were obliged to set out with scarcity, and without
any certainty of a supply.
We had, however, no remedy but patience; and having killed some fowls
and dried some fish, as much as, with short allowance, we reckoned would
last us five days, we resolved to venture, and venture we did; nor
was it without cause that we were apprehensive of the danger, for
we travelled the five days and met neither with fish nor fowl, nor
four-footed beast, whose flesh was fit to eat, and we were in a most
dreadful apprehension of being famished to death. On the sixth day we
almost fasted, or, as we may say, we ate up all the scraps of what we
had left, and at night lay down supperless upon our mats, with heavy
hearts, being obliged the eighth day to kill one of our poor faithful
servants, the buffaloes that carried our baggage. The flesh of this
creature was very good, and so sparingly did we eat of it that it lasted
us all three days and a half, and was just spent; and we were on the
point of killing another when we saw before us a country that promised
better, having high trees and a large river in the middle of it.
This encouraged us, and we quickened our march for the river-side,
though with empty stomachs, and very faint and weak; but before we came
to this river we had the good hap to meet with some young deer, a thing
we had long wished for. In a word, having shot three of them, we came to
a full stop to fill our bellies, and never gave the flesh time to cool
before we ate it; nay, it was much we could stay to kill it and had not
eaten it alive, for we were, in short, almost famished.
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