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
As it was, when we encamped in the afternoon, we had still a long day’s
march before us, and therefore the next day, from general impulse, in
order to make sure of our arrival at the well, we started at an early
hour, keeping the caravan together by repeated shouting. After a march of
about twelve miles, we reached the first passage leading down from the
Hammáda and called Tníe Twennín; but it was too steep and precipitous
for our rather heavily laden caravan, and we had to continue till we
reached the Tníe el ʿArdha, a little after eleven o’clock, when we began
to descend from the plateau along a rough winding pass. The sandstone of
which it is formed presented to us a surface so completely blackened, not
only in the unbroken walls of the ravine, but also in the immense blocks
which had been detached from the cliffs, and were lying about in great
confusion, that at first sight anybody would have taken it for basalt;
but when the stones were broken, their real nature became apparent. Over
this broad layer of sandstone, which in some places covered a bed of clay
mixed with gypsum, there was a layer of marl, and over this, forming the
upper crust, limestone and flints.
After a winding course for an hour, the narrow ravine, shut in by steep,
gloomy-looking cliffs, began to widen, and our direction varied less;
but still the whole district retained a gloomy aspect, and the bottom of
the valley was strewn with masses of black sandstone, while the country
ahead of us lay concealed in a hazy atmosphere, which did not admit of an
extensive view. Eager to reach the well, the caravan being scattered over
a great extent of ground, we three travellers, with one of the shoushes,
pushed on in advance, the south wind driving the sand, which lay in
narrow strips along the pebbly ground, into our faces. We cherished
the hope of finding a cool little grove, or at least some shade, where
we might recline at ease after our fatiguing march; but, to our great
disappointment, the sand became deeper, and nothing was to be seen but
small stunted palm-bushes. But even these ceased near the well, which was
dug in the midst of the sandy waste, and had once been protected by an
oval-shaped building, of which nothing but crumbling ruins remained.
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