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
some design of making my escape; and that, in future, if I was seen
without the skirts of the camp, orders had been given that I should be
shot by the first person that observed me.
In the afternoon the horizon to the eastward was thick and hazy, and the
Moors prognosticated a sand wind, which accordingly commenced on the
morning following, and lasted, with slight intermissions, for two days.
The force of the wind was not in itself very great; it was what a seaman
would have denominated a _stiff breeze_; but the quantity of sand and
dust carried before it was such as to darken the whole atmosphere.
About this time all the women of the camp had their feet and the ends of
their fingers stained of a dark saffron colour. I could never ascertain
whether this was done from motives of religion, or by way of ornament.
_March_ 28.—This morning a large herd of cattle arrived from the
eastward, and one of the drivers, to whom Ali had lent my horse, came
into my hut with the leg of an antelope as a present, and told me that my
horse was standing before Ali’s tent. In a little time Ali sent one of
his slaves to inform me that in the afternoon I must be in readiness to
ride out with him, as he intended to show me to some of his women.
About four o’clock, Ali, with six of his courtiers, came riding to my
hut, and told me to follow them. I readily complied. But here a new
difficulty occurred. The Moors, accustomed to a loose and easy dress,
could not reconcile themselves to the appearance of my _nankeen
breeches_, which they said were not only inelegant, but, on account of
their tightness, very indecent; and as this was a visit to ladies, Ali
ordered my boy to bring out the loose cloak which I had always worn since
my arrival at Benowm, and told me to wrap it close round me. We visited
the tents of four different ladies, at every one of which I was presented
with a bowl of milk and water. All these ladies were remarkably
corpulent, which is considered here as the highest mark of beauty. They
were very inquisitive, and examined my hair and skin with great
attention, but affected to consider me as a sort of inferior being to
themselves, and would knit their brows, and seem to shudder when they
looked at the whiteness of my skin.
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