Through the Dark Continent, Vol. 2 (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. 2 (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
When we reached the creek, we ascertained it to be empty. I then offered
high rewards to the first scout who sighted the Wangwana, Uledi and
Shumari, his brother, gave wild yells, and dashed forward like antelopes
through the jungle, Saywa (their cousin) and Murabo hard after them.
With startling echoes some gun-shots soon rang through the forest. Away
we tore through the jungle in the direction of the sounds. We came in
sight of the river, and heard the rifles close to us. In mid-stream were
the five Wangwana riding on the keels of the upset canoes, attacked by
half-a-dozen native canoes. Uledi and his comrades had without
hesitation opened fire upon them, and thus saved the doomed men. We soon
had the gratification of receiving them on shore, but four Snider rifles
were lost. The party, it appeared, had been swept into a whirlpool,
drawn down, and ejected out of it several feet below the dreadful whirl.
This disobedience to orders, which had entailed on me such a loss of
valuable rifles, when I was already so weakly armed, on themselves such
a narrow escape, besides bringing us into collision with the natives,
was punished by well-merited reproaches—so keenly felt moreover that
Manwa Sera proceeded to Tippu-Tib’s camp, and sent word to me that he
would not serve me any longer, I laughed, and returned word to him that
I was sure he would. To Frank I solemnly protested against such breach
of duty, as life or death now depended on the faithful execution of
instructions.
Tippu-Tib and the Arabs advanced to me for a shauri. They wished to know
whether I would not now abandon the project of continuing down the
river—now that things appeared so gloomy, with rapids before us, natives
hostile, cannibalism rampant, small-pox raging, people dispirited, and
Manwa Sera sulky. “What prospects?” they asked, “lie before us but
terrors, and fatal collapse and ruin? Better turn back in time.” I told
them to be resigned until the morning. They returned to their camp,
which was about half a mile from the vicinity of the rapids.
_Nov. 27._—Early next day the Wangwana were mustered. They lifted the
boat out of the water above their heads, and cautiously conveyed her in
about an hour below the rapids, and launched her on the quiet waters of
the creek. Then a messenger was despatched to order Safeni to push the
four remaining canoes into the rapids. Within an hour the rapids of
Ukassa had been passed.
As there was abundance of time yet, it being only three in the
afternoon, and I burned to know whether any more falls were below the
rocky islets, I started down river with twenty men in the four canoes to
explore. In about an hour we came to exceedingly swift rough water, much
whirling and eddying, but no rapids; then, satisfied that there was no
immediate prospect of meeting impediments to navigation, we started on
our return, and arrived at camp at sunset, after an exceedingly eventful
day.
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