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
IT is impossible to describe the joy that arose in my mind when I looked
around and concluded that I was out of danger. I felt like one recovered
from sickness; I breathed freer; I found unusual lightness in my limbs;
even the desert looked pleasant; and I dreaded nothing so much as falling
in with some wandering parties of Moors, who might convey me back to the
land of thieves and murderers from which I had just escaped.
I soon became sensible, however, that my situation was very deplorable,
for I had no means of procuring food nor prospect of finding water.
About ten o’clock, perceiving a herd of goats feeding close to the road,
I took a circuitous route to avoid being seen, and continued travelling
through the wilderness, directing my course by compass nearly
east-south-east, in order to reach as soon as possible some town or
village of the kingdom of Bambarra.
A little after noon, when the burning heat of the sun was reflected with
double violence from the hot sand, and the distant ridges of the hills,
seen through the ascending vapour, seemed to wave and fluctuate like the
unsettled sea, I became faint with thirst, and climbed a tree in hopes of
seeing distant smoke, or some other appearance of a human habitation—but
in vain: nothing appeared all around but thick underwood and hillocks of
white sand.
About four o’clock I came suddenly upon a large herd of goats, and
pulling my horse into a bush, I watched to observe if the keepers were
Moors or negroes. In a little time I perceived two Moorish boys, and
with some difficulty persuaded them to approach me. They informed me
that the herd belonged to Ali, and that they were going to Deena, where
the water was more plentiful, and where they intended to stay until the
rain had filled the pools in the desert. They showed me their empty
water-skins, and told me that they had seen no water in the woods. This
account afforded me but little consolation; however, it was in vain to
repine, and I pushed on as fast as possible, in hopes of reaching some
watering-place in the course of the night. My thirst was by this time
become insufferable; my mouth was parched and inflamed; a sudden dimness
would frequently come over my eyes, with other symptoms of fainting; and
my horse being very much fatigued, I began seriously to apprehend that I
should perish of thirst. To relieve the burning pain in my mouth and
throat I chewed the leaves of different shrubs, but found them all
bitter, and of no service to me.
A little before sunset, having reached the top of a gentle rising, I
climbed a high tree, from the topmost branches of which I cast a
melancholy look over the barren wilderness, but without discovering the
most distant trace of a human dwelling. The same dismal uniformity of
shrubs and sand everywhere presented itself, and the horizon was as level
and uninterrupted as that of the sea.
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