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
“You are brave fellows; pull, my sons; think of those poor men in
the lake in sinking canoes.” Responding to my prayers, the crew
almost cracked their hearts in the mighty efforts they made; their
quick-swaying figures, the deep sighs which burst from their breasts,
the careering boat, the excited helmsman, everything sympathized with
me. I seized one of the oars myself to relieve a lad, and to assist the
force which now dashed the boat over the water. She seemed instinct
with life.
We now heard the cries for aid, “Oh, the boat! Master, bring the boat!”
come once more pealing over the golden lake from the foundering canoes.
“Do you hear, men? break the oars—lift the boat over the water. We will
save them yet. It is to-night or never!”
With fresh force she bounded upward. Every fibre of our straining bodies
and the full strength of our energies were roused, and in five minutes
we ran alongside first one canoe, then a second and a third—until again
the boat was down in the water to within an inch of her gunwale. But all
the people—men, women, and children—were saved. The light material of
which the canoes were constructed had sufficed to float the loads that
were in them.
We rested until help should arrive, and presently Uledi’s and Shumari’s
canoes were seen advancing side by side, with lines of pale foam
flashing from each bow, as they were driven with the force of strong men
towards us. With loud, glad cries they stopped their furious career
alongside, and the first words they uttered were, “Are all safe?”
“Yes, all,” we replied.
“El hamd-ul’-illah!” (“Thanks be to God!”), they answered fervently.
With the aid of these two canoes we were able to return to the islets
with the thirty-two men, women, and children, and the entire property
safe. Our loss during this fearful night was five canoes, five guns, one
case of ammunition, and twelve hundred pounds of grain.
_June 21._—The next morning, leaving a third of the party and goods at
Miandereh, we departed for Singo, which we reached at 9 A.M. A few
canoes were then hastened back to Miandereh for the remainder.
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