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
I have received the honour of appointment as Officier de l’Instruction
Publique, France; Gold Medallist of the Geographical Societies of
London, Paris, Italy, and Marseilles; Silver Medallist of the Chamber
of Commerce of Marseilles, and of the Municipality of Marseilles;
Honorary Member of the Geographical Societies of Antwerp, Berlin,
Bordeaux, Bremen, Hamburg, Lyons, Marseilles, Montpellier, Vienna, &c.
[Illustration:
VIEW OF A PORTION OF THE SEA-FRONT OF ZANZIBAR, FROM THE WATER
BATTERY TO SHANGANI POINT.
(_From a photograph by Mr. Buchanan, of Natal._)]
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CHAPTER I.
Arrival at Zanzibar Island—Life at Zanzibar—The town of Zanzibar, its
roadstead and buildings—The One Cocoa-nut tree and the red cliffs—
Selection and purchase of goods for the journey—Residence of Prince
Barghash—Busy mornings—Pleasant rides and quiet evenings.
_Sept. 21._—Twenty-eight months had elapsed between my departure from
Zanzibar after the discovery of Livingstone and my re-arrival on that
island, September 21, 1874.
The well-remembered undulating ridges, and the gentle slopes clad with
palms and mango trees bathed in warm vapour, seemed in that tranquil
drowsy state which at all times any portion of tropical Africa presents
at first appearance. A pale-blue sky covered the hazy land and sleeping
sea as we steamed through the strait that separates Zanzibar from the
continent. Every stranger, at first view of the shores, proclaims his
pleasure. The gorgeous verdure, the distant purple ridges, the calm sea,
the light gauzy atmosphere, the semi-mysterious silence which pervades
all nature, evoke his admiration. For it is probable that he has sailed
through the stifling Arabian Sea, with the grim, frowning mountains of
Nubia on the one hand, and on the other the drear, ochreous-coloured
ridges of the Arab Peninsula; and perhaps the aspect of the thirsty
volcanic rocks of Aden and the dry brown bluffs of Guardafui is still
fresh in his memory.
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