Travels of an Arab merchant in Soudan (the Black Kingdoms of Central Africa)Tūnisī, Muḥammad ibn ʻUmar
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Travels of an Arab merchant in Soudan (the Black Kingdoms of Central Africa)
Tūnisī, Muḥammad ibn ʻUmar
Darfur (Sudan) -- Description and travel; Wadai (Sultanate) -- Description and travel
After him reigned first his son, named Abd-el-Kader, and then another
son, named Kharifein, who so provoked the people by his tyranny,
that he was murdered. To him succeeded his young son, named Rechib,
chosen by the conspirators. But he soon died of the small-pox, and,
being buried secretly, was replaced by a boy, who was instructed how
to play his part. After another short reign, a younger brother of
Saboun, with the assistance of a Darfur army, succeeded in placing
himself on the throne of Wadaï, where he now reigns. A quarrel
which arose with his allies was the cause that the pilgrim caravan of
Wadaï, instead of passing through Darfur as usual, went by way of
Aujalou to Egypt. But let us here check our pen, which hurries too
far and fast over these historical events. Lengthy details engender
weariness; God and the Prophet know what has been and what shall be.
CHAPTER IV.
Beauty of Wadaï — Compliments to its Fertility — Comparison with
Darfur — The two Capitals — Contracted Characters of Fadhl and
Saboun — Inhabitants of Wadaï — Beautiful Women of the Koukah
— The Goran — White and Black Women — Government of Wadaï
— Language — Recent Civilisation of Wadaï — Punishment of
Adultery — A Bornouese Army — Love of Peace — The Fasher of
Warah — The Osban Guard — Gates of the Palace — The Town.
The sovereigns and the peoples of Soudan look upon the establishment
of the kingdom of the descendants of Seleih, or, in other words, the
kingdom of Wadaï, as a most wonderful and memorable event. Their
country, indeed, seems to be a rose amidst other flowers—a large
garden in which streams wander, so bountiful has Providence been
to it of its blessings. On all sides pure and limpid waters of
argentine transparency, and gardens filled with brilliant flowers,
are to be seen. On the banks of the rivulets the arrak weaves its
branches into thick hedges, where the nightingale trills its song,
rejoicing the heart and charming the soul.
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