The Life, Travels, and Literary Career of Bayard TaylorConwell, Russell H.
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The Life, Travels, and Literary Career of Bayard Taylor
Conwell, Russell H.
Taylor, Bayard, 1825-1878
All attempts to persuade his men to go farther were useless. No urging,
no promise of gifts, no threats would induce them to sail farther
south, as they believed that it was but a little way to “the end of the
world.” How eagerly he yearned for some chance to explore the country
beyond, he often mentioned in after life. He was at the centre of a
mighty continent. Locked and bolted it had been for all the ages, and
it appeared as if the door was now open and he had only to walk in to
discover its treasures. But alas! he could not go on alone. He could not
swim the length of the river, nor find his way among the elephants and
lions of the jungle. The boat turned back toward Khartoum, and he had no
choice but to return with it.
However, he made the most of the trip, and frequently visited the shore
and had some very pleasant and instructive interviews with the tribes
who live in that region. At one place he visited a village of the
Hassaniyehs, and contrary to the experience of many other travellers,
he was cordially invited to their circle and treated with sincere
hospitality. He mentioned in his book the dance of welcome which the
young women of the village performed before him, and described with
interesting detail their motions, features, forms, voices, and habits.
Thus, with visits to savages, interviews with wild beasts, and exquisite
views of the wildest scenery ever beheld by man, he floated back to the
friends and dwellings of Khartoum.
His stay in Khartoum, on his return, was brief, because of the
approaching sickly season; but every hour of his time, when awake, was
occupied in visiting and being visited. Native chiefs, Arab merchants,
holy men of the Moslem faith, Catholic priests, princesses, soldiers,
consuls, boatmen, and tame lions, seemed equally at home in his
presence; and his stay was a most delightful one for all concerned.
His parting with his friends at Khartoum was akin to the separation of
life-long friends, or the breaking of a family circle. To him the whole
world was kin.
[Illustration: SCENE IN NORTH AFRICA.]
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