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
reserved her own portion in the pot. Ibrahim sent me my supper of rice
and milk which the negroes had given me. They would not partake of
it although I pressed them. They invited me to take some of theirs,
which I at first declined; but, as they urged me, I took a handful
and withdrew. I really wondered how the poor creatures could eat this
rice; for it was without either salt or butter. They did not like to
touch my supper because they were slaves. We said prayers together,
and lay down upon mats; but I was kept awake all night by the thunder.
On the 8th of May, at six in the morning, after eating a piece of
the cassava which was cooked the evening before we took leave of our
hostess; for the lads were already gone to the fields. We proceeded
eastward; then turning into the mountains, we were obliged to
climb from rock to rock. There is, however, some very good soil. We
arrived on the banks of the Bâ-fing (the black river) so called
because its bed consists of enormous rocks of black granite. Some
of these rocks are pointed and very sharp, so that they often cut
the feet of the negroes in crossing the river. The Bâ-fing is the
principal tributary of the Senegal: it runs from south to north among
the mountains. The masses of granite, of which its bed is composed,
form several islets. Its current is astonishingly rapid and white
with foam, which I supposed to be occasioned by some cataract. I
questioned the negroes on the subject and their answers verified my
conjecture. They told me they had seen the cataract in going to Timbo,
and assured me that it fell from a great height with a loud noise. We
were very near the source of the river, which in this part might be
about a hundred feet wide and a foot or eighteen inches deep; but
its depth varies. We crossed it not without some difficulty and with
the assistance of poles. I saw with some alarm a poor negro tottering
beneath his load; however, we all reached the left bank without any
serious accident. Several of our party had their feet cut by the
sharp rocks, and although I had nothing to carry I did not escape
unhurt. A great number of persons were assembled at the place where
we crossed. They took no notice of me, supposing me to be a Moor.
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