Travels in the Great Desert of Sahara, in the Years of 1845 and 1846Richardson, James
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Travels in the Great Desert of Sahara, in the Years of 1845 and 1846
Richardson, James
Sahara -- Description and travel
Sometimes I chided him, at others I gave him water,
or was too much exhausted to see what he was about. Then Said would
help his friends amongst the Arabs now and then, and sometimes the
Arabs helped themselves, by going behind me, and sucking from the
neck of the skin whilst I was riding. To avoid this, Mr. Gagliuffi
told me he always put the neck of the skin-bag before and not
behind, so that it was impossible for a person to drink, and at the
same time to walk backwards with the camel going forwards, or at any
rate to do so without being seen. Then, finally, there was the
terrible action of the sun on the water, often reducing it by a
fifth, and sometimes a third, of our supply. But the consequence of
all this was, our three bags were empty before we arrived at
Seenawan, and the little water which had remained, the third day,
was so shaken in the skins, all being oiled, that for me it was not
drinkable. Now for the stratagem. Apprehending this waste of water,
I got twelve pint bottles filled with water at Tripoli, which were
packed away as wine and spirits, neither Mohammed or Said suspecting
the contrary. Accordingly I quietly despatched my couple of bottles
of _acqua pura_ per day, as the London lady drinkers are said to
take their sly drops from the far corner of the cupboard, without
the least suspicion of my fellow travellers. I overheard once,
Mohammed speaking of me to Said: "By G--d! these Christians, what
lots of rum they drink: that's the reason, Said, the sun does not
kill him--he'll never die. These Christians, Said, are the same as
the dæmons; they know everything, but God will punish them at
last--if not, there's no God, or Prophet of God." I took no notice,
but when we got to Ghadames, I took the remaining bottle, and asked
him to drink. He jumped up with alarm. I then called him a fool, and
proved to him I had been drinking water at the time he thought I
had been drinking rum. He laughed, and said, "Ajeeb, ente Yâkob
âkel: (Wonderful, you James are wise.)" I then took upon myself to
lecture Mohammed, abusing him for his carelessness in not preserving
the water, and asking him if he thought that I, on the first time of
traversing The Desert, could put up with dirty water like them, and
go without for days, or with a very small quantity?
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