For some time after leaving this station their road lay through groves
of acacia-trees, the prickly branches of which striking against their
faces and hands quickly covered them with blood. They then proceeded
through grassy valleys, and over mountains, bleak, bare, and desolate,
until they arrived at a place called Tubbo, a picturesque and agreeable
station, where they pitched their tent, and remained several hours. The
mountains were here very steep, and broken abruptly into cliffs and
precipices. The trees were thick, in full leaf, and planted so closely
together that they seemed to have been intended for arbours, and
afforded abundance of dark cool shade. Their boughs were filled with
immense numbers of birds, variegated with an infinity of colours, but
destitute of song; others, of a more homely and more European
appearance, diverted the travellers with a variety of wild notes, in a
style of music still distinct and peculiar to Africa; as different, says
Bruce, in the composition from that of our linnet and goldfinch as our
English language is from that of Abyssinia. Yet, from frequent and
attentive observation, he found that the skylark at Masuah sang the same
notes as in England.
The whole country between this and Mount Taranta abounded in game, and
more particularly in partridges and antelopes, the latter of which,
without exhibiting any signs of fear, moved out of the way to let them
pass; or stood still and gazed at them. When they arrived at the foot of
the mountain, the difficulties which presented themselves were
appalling. The road, if it deserved the name, was of incredible
steepness, and intersected almost at every step by large hollows and
gullies formed by the torrents, and by vast fragments of rock, which,
loosened from the cliffs above by the rains, had rolled down into the
chasm through which their path lay. To carry Bruce’s telescopes,
timekeeper, and quadrant through such a path as this was by the majority
of the party declared to be impossible; and the bearers of the quadrant
now proposed to drag it along in a way which would have quickly
shattered it to pieces. To prevent so undesirable a catastrophe Bruce
himself, assisted by a Moor named Yasine, who, being on his way to
Abyssinia, had attached himself to our traveller’s party, undertook the
task, and after extraordinary exertions, during which their clothes were
torn to pieces, and their hands and knees cut in a shocking manner, they
succeeded in placing the instrument in safety, far above the stony parts
of the mountain. By this means their companions were shamed into
exertion, and every one now striving to surpass the rest, all the
instruments and other baggage were quickly got up the steep.
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