Travels in the Interior of Africa — Volume 02Park, Mungo
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Travels in the Interior of Africa — Volume 02
Park, Mungo
Africa -- Discovery and exploration; Niger River
The scarcity of provisions was certainly felt at this time most severely
by the poor people, as the following circumstance most painfully
convinced me:—Every evening during my stay I observed five or six women
come to the mansa’s house, and receive each of them a certain quantity of
corn. As I knew how valuable this article was at this juncture, I
inquired of the mansa whether he maintained these poor women from pure
bounty, or expected a return when the harvest should be gathered in.
“Observe that boy,” said he (pointing to a fine child about five years of
age); “his mother has sold him to me for forty days’ provision for
herself and the rest of her family. I have bought another boy in the
same manner.” Good God! thought I, what must a mother suffer before she
sells her own child! I could not get this melancholy subject out of my
mind; and the next night, when the women returned for their allowance, I
desired the boy to point out to me his mother, which he did. She was
much emaciated, but had nothing cruel or savage in her countenance; and
when she had received her corn, she came and talked to her son with as
much cheerfulness as if he had still been under her care.
_September_ 6.—Two people arrived from Sibidooloo, bringing with them my
horse and clothes; but I found that my pocket-compass was broken to
pieces. This was a great loss, which I could not repair.
_September_ 7.—As my horse was grazing near the brink of a well the
ground gave way and he fell in. The well was about ten feet in diameter,
and so very deep that when I saw my horse snorting in the water I thought
it was impossible to save him. The inhabitants of the village, however,
immediately assembled, and having tied together a number of withes, {58}
they lowered a man down into the well, who fastened those withes round
the body of the horse; and the people, having first drawn up the man,
took hold of the withes and, to my surprise, pulled the horse out with
the greatest facility. The poor animal was now reduced to a mere
skeleton, and the roads were scarcely passable, being either very rocky,
or else full of mud and water. I therefore found it impracticable to
travel with him any farther, and was happy to leave him in the hands of
one who, I thought, would take care of him. I accordingly presented him
to my landlord, and desired him to send my saddle and bridle as a present
to the mansa of Sibidooloo, being the only return I could make him for
having taken so much trouble in procuring my horse and clothes.
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