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
After travelling two miles, we arrived, at half-past nine in the
morning, at Courouman-Cambaya, a village surrounded, like Sancougnan,
with a double wall. It contains between five and six hundred
inhabitants. My guide, who had many acquaintances in this village,
assured me that I had nothing to fear: “These people,” said he,
“will not take you for a christian, as they did there,” meaning
at Sancougnan: “they wanted to get at your baggage, for they are
Kaffres,[49] and but for the son of the chief of Kankan, we should
not have come off so well.” We went to one of his school-fellows,
who lodged us in a good hut. It was soon filled by people, attracted
by curiosity to see a sherif. I was visited by a saracolet, who was
on his way from Ségo to Kakondy: he addressed me in the Moorish
tongue. I made him a small present of tobacco-leaves. We stopped at
this village the whole of the 8th; Lamfia exchanged some salt for
cloths. The heat, which had been suffocating throughout the day, was
at night succeeded by a violent storm and heavy rain. On the 9th, we
had to wait for several travellers who were to join us. Some persons
brought me small presents of milk and a fowl, which served for our
dinner. Our host was particularly attentive to us. The inhabitants
were kind and hospitable: every evening by moonlight they assembled
under a bombax to dance. I was much amused by seeing them caper to
the sound of a little tambourine and an instrument made of bamboo,
resembling a flageolet, and producing a very melodious tone.
On the 10th of June, at seven in the morning, we took leave of our
host, to whom at parting I gave a sheet of paper and some tobacco,
for which he loaded me with thanks. We proceeded three miles towards
the east, over a plain of grey sand, covered with the most beautiful
indigo, growing spontaneously. On reaching Siralia, a large village,
containing from seven to eight hundred inhabitants, we went to
visit the chief, who fortunately was absent: my guide assured me,
that if I had seen him, I should have been obliged to make him a
considerable present.
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