Travels in the Interior of Africa — Volume 01Park, Mungo
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Travels in the Interior of Africa — Volume 01
Park, Mungo
Africa -- Discovery and exploration; Niger River
A little before sunset the king sent to inform me that he was at leisure,
and wished to see me. I followed the messenger through a number of
courts surrounded with high walls, where I observed plenty of dry grass,
bundled up like hay, to fodder the horses, in case the town should be
invested. On entering the court in which the king was sitting I was
astonished at the number of his attendants, and at the good order that
seemed to prevail among them; they were all seated—the fighting men on
the king’s right hand and the women and children on the left, leaving a
space between them for my passage. The king, whose name was Daisy
Koorabarri, was not to be distinguished from his subjects by any
superiority in point of dress; a bank of earth, about two feet high, upon
which was spread a leopard’s skin, constituted the only mark of royal
dignity. When I had seated myself upon the ground before him, and
related the various circumstances that had induced me to pass through his
country, and my reasons for soliciting his protections, he appeared
perfectly satisfied; but said it was not in his power at present to
afford me much assistance, for that all sort of communication between
Kaarta and Bambarra had been interrupted for some time past; and as
Mansong, the king of Bambarra, with his army, had entered Fooladoo in his
way to Kaarta, there was but little hope of my reaching Bambarra by any
of the usual routes, inasmuch as, coming from an enemy’s country, I
should certainly be plundered, or taken for a spy. If his country had
been at peace, he said, I might have remained with him until a more
favourable opportunity offered; but, as matters stood at present, he did
not wish me to continue in Kaarta, for fear some accident should befall
me, in which case my countrymen might say that he had murdered a white
man. He would therefore advise me to return into Kasson, and remain
there until the war should terminate, which would probably happen in the
course of three or four months, after which, if he was alive, he said, he
would be glad to see me, and if he was dead his sons would take care of
me.
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