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
Descending from the tree, I found my horse devouring the stubble and
brushwood with great avidity; and as I was now too faint to attempt
walking, and my horse too much fatigued to carry me I thought it but an
act of humanity, and perhaps the last I should ever have it in my power
to perform, to take off his bridle and let him shift for himself, in
doing which I was suddenly affected with sickness and giddiness, and
falling upon the sand, felt as if the hour of death was fast approaching.
Here, then, thought I, after a short but ineffectual struggle, terminate
all my hopes of being useful in my day and generation; here must the
short span of my life come to an end. I cast, as I believed, a last look
on the surrounding scene, and whilst I reflected on the awful change that
was about to take place, this world with its enjoyment seemed to vanish
from my recollection. Nature, however, at length resumed its functions,
and on recovering my senses, I found myself stretched upon the sand, with
the bridle still in my hand, and the sun just sinking behind the trees.
I now summoned all my resolution, and determined to make another effort
to prolong my existence; and as the evening was somewhat cool, I resolved
to travel as far as my limbs would carry me, in hopes of reaching—my only
resource—a watering-place. With this view I put the bridle on my horse,
and driving him before me, went slowly along for about an hour, when I
perceived some lightning from the north-east—a most delightful sight, for
it promised rain. The darkness and lightning increased very rapidly, and
in less than an hour I heard the wind roaring among the bushes. I had
already opened my mouth to receive the refreshing drops which I expected,
but I was instantly covered with a cloud of sand, driven with such force
by the wind as to give a very disagreeable sensation to my face and arms,
and I was obliged to mount my horse and stop under a bush to prevent
being suffocated. The sand continued to fly in amazing quantities for
nearly an hour, after which I again set forward, and travelled with
difficulty until ten o’clock. About this time I was agreeably surprised
by some very vivid flashes of lightning, followed by a few heavy drops of
rain. In a little time the sand ceased to fly, and I alighted and spread
out all my clean clothes to collect the rain, which at length I saw would
certainly fall. For more than an hour it rained plentifully, and I
quenched my thirst by wringing and sucking my clothes.
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