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
We reached Alice Island about 9 P.M., for we had been delayed by a
strong head wind since 4 P.M. As it was pitch-dark, we were guided to a
camping-place by a flickering light which we saw on the shore. The light
for which we steered was that of a fire kindled by two men and a boy,
who were drying fish in a cavern the entrance of which opened on the
lake. Though the fishermen were rather frightened at first, they were
discreet enough to remain passive; and to calm their fears, I assumed an
air of extreme blandness and amiability. It being late, I prepared to
rest in the stern-sheets of my boat, but as I was about to lie down, I
heard the natives expostulating. I knew by this that the boat’s crew
must be committing depredations on their fish stores; so I sprang out—
and only just in time to save them a serious loss. Murabo had already
made himself master of half-a-dozen large fish, when I came up with
naked feet behind him, announcing my arrival by a staggering blow, which
convinced the fishermen better than any amount of blandness and
affectation of amiability could have done, that I was sincere, and
convinced the Wangwana also that injustice would not be permitted. The
fishermen received a handful of beads as an atonement for the attempted
spoliation, and to secure the Wangwana against further temptation, I
gave them double rations.
_April 27._—The next morning, when I woke, I found that we were camped
under the shadow of a basaltic cliff, about 50 feet high, at the base of
which was the fishermen’s cavern, extending about 15 feet within. The
island was lofty, about 400 feet above the lake at its highest part,
nearly four miles in length, and a mile and a half across at its
greatest breadth. The inhabitants consisted of about forty families from
Ukerewé, and owned King Lukongeh as their liege lord.
The summit of Alice Island is clothed with an abundance of coarse grass,
and the ravines and hollows are choked with a luxuriance of vegetable
life—trees, plants, ferns, ground orchids, and wild pine-apples: along
the water’s edge there waves a thin strip of water-cane. The people
became fast friends with us, but their keen trading instincts impelled
them to demand such exorbitant prices for every article, that we were
unable to purchase more than a few ears of corn. I obtained a view from
the summit with my field-glass, but I could distinguish nothing east or
south-east. South-west we saw the Bumbireh group, and to purchase food
we were compelled to proceed thither—disagreeably convinced that we had
lost a whole day by calling at Alice Island, whereas, had we kept a
direct course to the south, we might have reached the Bumbireh group in
a few hours.
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