Travels through Central Africa to Timbuctoo; and across the Great Desert, to Morocco, performed in the years 1824-1828, Vol. 1 (of 2) — John Shaqi
Travels through Central Africa to Timbuctoo; and across the Great Desert, to Morocco, performed in the years 1824-1828, Vol. 1 (of 2)Caillié, René
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Travels through Central Africa to Timbuctoo; and across the Great Desert, to Morocco, performed in the years 1824-1828, Vol. 1 (of 2)
Caillié, René
Sahara -- Description and travel; Sudan (Region) -- Description and travel
On quitting Boulibaba we had another desert without water to traverse:
before we entered it, we thought it advisable to recruit ourselves
from the fatigues which we had undergone and to sojourn some days with
the Foulah herdsmen. A stock of water was procured: guides were hired,
and we set out.
After we had made half a day’s journey we arrived at Paillar,
where we laid in a fresh store of water. It would not have been
prudent to traverse Fouta-Toro, the inhabitants of which are thieves
and fanatics: we avoided it by turning a little to the south. The
precautions which we had taken to obviate the want of water cheered our
minds. The country in general appeared to us to be fine: we beheld
with admiration trees of great height, with umbrageous foliage,
covered with birds of various kinds, which by their song enlivened
these solitudes. It was no doubt the agreeable sensations produced by
this scenery that caused us partly to forget our fatigues, though we
travelled from sunrise till near ten o’clock at night, taking but
a few moments’ rest during the day. On the fifth day, however, we
were all exhausted: we suffered from thirst, and our water was nearly
spent. European ingenuity came to our succour: peppermint-drops were
distributed among us, and we experienced immediate relief. Our camels
suffered severely for want of water and forage, having no other food
than young branches of trees, cut off here and there.
At length we reached a hamlet where the negroes readily brought us
some calebashes of water, but they were not prodigal of it, and this
was prudent, considering the number of men and animals to be supplied:
for my part, I received no more than about a large glassful. But no
sooner did we begin to drink than swarms of bees settled upon the
vessels containing the water, and even upon our lips, disputing it
with us; and to this horrid punishment, these grievous pangs, we had
been several times exposed during the journey. I have frequently seen
the water-skins covered with bees, which we had no means of driving
away but by burning green wood, the smoke of which forced them to quit.
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