Through the Dark Continent, Vol. 1 (of 2) : $b or, The sources of the Nile around the Great Lakes of Equatorial Africa and down the Livingstone River to the Atlantic OceanStanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
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Through the Dark Continent, Vol. 1 (of 2) : $b or, The sources of the Nile around the Great Lakes of Equatorial Africa and down the Livingstone River to the Atlantic Ocean
Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
Africa, Central -- Description and travel; Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton), 1841-1904 -- Travel -- Africa, Central
Upon leaving the bay of Mombiti, we were compelled to pass by a point of
land closely covered with tall grass, whither we saw a large force of
natives rush to take up advantageous positions. As we slowly neared the
point, a few of them advanced to the rocks, and beckoned us to approach
nearer. We acceded so far as to approach within a few feet, when the
natives called out something, and immediately attacked us with large
rocks. We sheered off immediately, when a crowd emerged from their
hiding-place with slings, with which they flung stones at us, striking
the boat and wounding the steersman, who was seated next to me. To
prevent further harm, I discharged my revolver rapidly at them, and one
of the natives fell: whereupon the others desisted from their attack,
and retreated into the grass, leaving us to pursue our way unmolested.
Again edging close to the shore, we continued our investigations of the
numerous indentations. The island rose with steep, grassy, treeless
slopes to a height of about 300 feet above the lake. Herds of cattle
were abundant, and flocks of goats grazed on the hillsides. The villages
were many, but unenclosed, and consisted of a few dome-like huts, from
which we inferred that the Wavuma were a people who could well defend
themselves. At this time the lake was as still as a pond; no clouds hung
over any part of the horizon; the sky was of a steel-blue colour, out of
which the sun shone with true tropical fervour. But the atmosphere was
not clear; a light vapour rose out of the lake, trembling in the heat,
rendering islands but five miles distant dim and indistinct.
Arrived in the channel between the tawny, grass-clad island of Bugeyeya
and that of Uvuma, we steered midway, that we might take compass
bearings. From a small cove in the Uvuma shores, abreast of us, emerged
quite a fleet of canoes, thirteen in number. The more advanced held up a
handful of sweet-potatoes to our view, and we ceased rowing, but left
the sail hoisted, which, with the very slight breeze then blowing,
drifted us westward about half a knot an hour.
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