Travels and discoveries in North and Central Africa : $b Including accounts of Tripoli, the Sahara, the remarkable kingdom of Bornu, and the countries around Lake ChadBarth, Heinrich
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Travels and discoveries in North and Central Africa : $b Including accounts of Tripoli, the Sahara, the remarkable kingdom of Bornu, and the countries around Lake Chad
Barth, Heinrich
Africa, Central -- Description and travel; Africa, North -- Description and travel
Being already fatigued, the disappointment, of course, depressed my
spirits, and I had to summon all my resolution and energy in order to
descend into the ravine and climb the other side. It was now past ten
o’clock; the sun began to put forth its full power, and there was not
the slightest shade around me. In a state of the utmost exhaustion I at
length reached the narrow pinnacled crest, which was only a few feet
broad, and exhibited neither inscriptions nor sculptures. I had a fine
prospect towards the south-west and north-east, but I looked around in
vain for any traces of our caravan. Though exposed to the full rays
of the sun, I lay down on my high barbacan to seek repose; but my dry
biscuit or a date was quite unpalatable, and being anxious about my
little provision of water, I could only sip an insufficient draught from
my small water-skin. As the day advanced I feared that our little band,
thinking that I was already in advance, might continue their march in
the afternoon, and, in spite of my weakness, determined to try to reach
the encampment. I therefore descended the ravine, in order to follow its
course, which, according to Hatíta’s indications, would lead me in the
direction of the well. It was very hot, and being thirsty, I swallowed
at once the little water that remained. This was about noon, and I soon
found that the draught of mere water, taken upon an empty stomach, had
not at all restored my strength.
At length I reached the bottom of the valley. Hatíta had always talked
as if they were to encamp at no great distance from the mountain; yet,
as far as I could strain my view, no living being was to be seen. At
length I became puzzled as to my direction, and hurrying on as fast as
my failing strength would allow, I ascended a mound crowned with an
ethel-bush, and fired my pistols; but I waited in vain for an answer:
a strong east wind was blowing dead against me. Reflecting a moment
on my situation, I then crossed the small sand-hills, and, ascending
another mound, fired again. Convinced that there could be nobody in this
direction, at least at a moderate distance, I bethought myself that our
party might be still behind, and, very unluckily, I kept more directly
eastward.
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