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
At the third mile we turned down a broad and steep ravine, escorted by
scores of gentle and kind people, and descended to the debouchure of a
mountain brook, which empties into a deep bay-like indentation below the
lower Mowa Falls. As we approached the bottom the Mowa became visible.
It consists of a ledge of igneous rocks, pumice and ironstone, rising 20
feet or so above the water, and though extending nearly three-fourths
across, is pierced by various narrow clefts which discharge as many
streams into the bay below. At the left side, between the end of the
ledge and the perpendicular cliffs of iron-tinted rock, the river
contracts, and in mighty waves leaps down with a terrific, torrent-like
rush, whirling pools, and heaving mounds. From the debouchure of the
brook by which we enter upon the scene to the cliffs across is about
1800 yards; the ledge of the Mowa rocks above it extends probably 800
yards, while the river beyond occupied perhaps 500 yards. The streams
from the great river which falls into the bay through the gaps of the
ledge have a drop of 12 feet; the great river itself has no decided
fall, but, as already described, is a mere rush, with the usual
tempestuous scene.
We occupied a beautiful camping place above the Mowa, on a long stretch
of pure white river sand, under the shadow of such an upright and high
cliff that the sunshine did not visit us until 9 A.M. I travelled up
over the rocks until I reached a point at the base of which the Upper
Mowa rapids broke out into waves, with intervals of unruffled glassy
slope, and here I stood for an hour, pondering unspeakable things, as I
listened to the moan and plaint of the tortured river. Far away below me
extended the great cleft of the table-land, of savagely stern aspect,
unmarked by aught to relieve its awful lonely wildness, with mountain
lines on the right and on the left rising to 1500 feet, and sheer, for
half their height, from unknown depths of water. The stately ranks of
tall trees that had dignified the right side of the river at Nzabi up to
the summit of the table-land, are exchanged from the Mowa down to
Mpakambendi, for clear rock walls of from 300 to 600 feet high,
buttressed by a thin line of boulders or splintered rock slabs of
massive size.
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