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
This favour vexed me exceedingly, by postponing the possibility of
undertaking my journey. I felt that I possessed energy enough for
something better than a negro driver and in my despair, instead of
going to Richard Tol[38], according to my instructions, I set off for
N’pâl, a village near St. Louis, without any other design than that
of catching and stuffing birds for my livelihood. One of the grandees
of the colony, from whom I had sent to beg the necessary instruments,
replied to my messenger: “By all means; and then he will be of
some use.” This reply, which was repeated to me, put me in a rage,
and in the utmost indignation I left N’pâl to go to Richard Tol.
On my arrival at this settlement, I was consoled by the kindness of
M. Lelièvre, the gardener, who had the kindness to add some other
provisions to the regular soldier’s allowance, which was all I
could claim as overseer.
Whilst I was discharging this office, with all the mortification of
a man who feels that his business is beneath him I learnt the arrival
of Baron Roger. At this intelligence I was transported with joy; I ran
about in all directions in search of a vessel to take me to St. Louis,
and if I could I would have swum thither. On landing, I hastened to
present myself to our former governor; I delivered into his hands,
the same day, the notes which I had taken during my stay with the
Braknas; I accompanied them with a fresh application for assistance,
or for an appointment, to enable me to perform my great journey—it
was not granted!
To any other person this would have been a thunderclap; but my
resolution struck deeper and deeper root every day, and I had the
courage to return to the charge. Then indeed, I was kindly promised
a sum of money on my return from Timbuctoo.—On my return from
Timbuctoo! And what if I died on the way? this idea so dreadful to
a man, who in case of this misfortune would leave a sister whom he
adored in a state of want, suggested my answer. I refused to make
any arrangement; and I determined that, were I destined to die,
I would at least leave an incontestable legacy to the friend of my
childhood—the merit of having done all without help. I changed my
plan, and asked for nothing but the hundred francs that were due to
me as overseer. I had disdained to receive them before, but my poverty
and the way in which I was abandoned rendered them indispensable.
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