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
Since the 27th of July the rain had been incessant; the weather was
still cold and damp. In the evening of the 1st of August, the almamy
sent a man to tell me, that there was an opportunity for going to
Jenné, and that if I liked to take advantage of it, he would furnish
me with a guide to Timé, whence the caravan would start. I had a wound
on my left foot which I was doctoring with lint, and could not heal;
but I preferred suffering on the road, painful as my wound was, to
remaining any longer in a place where there would soon be a horrible
scarcity. I sent word to the chief that I wished to set off as early
as possible.
On the 2d of August, at six in the morning, the almamy sent me some
rice and a piece of a sheep which had been killed the day before, which
I shared with my companions. About eight o’clock Arafanba came to me,
and we went together to take leave of the chief. He called me to his
store-house, and opened a little door, so low that a man must stoop
double to enter; one of his women then drew out a bracelet wrapped
in rag, of which he made me a present; it was silver and worth about
three francs; I had brought him a pretty present of coloured muslin,
paper, and strings of beads. Arafanba, my former guide, told him
that I had very little merchandise with me and was sorry I could
not offer him a more suitable present; he smiled and accepted it
with pleasure. The old man again desired me not to forget him when
I should be among the venerable sheiks of Mecca; I promised that I
would not and took my leave. A minute or two afterwards he came to
the hut where I lodged to return my visit; he was on horseback, and
had on his head a straw hat large enough to serve for an umbrella. He
was going to his ourondé to look after his slaves; he told me he
was sorry he had not thought in time of having a grigri made by
the hand of an Arab; he wished me a good journey and left me. About
ten o’clock, my new guide came to tell me it was time to set off;
it had been raining all the morning and the rain was not yet over,
but we did not stop for it. Before I proceed, however, I must give
some account of the fine country which I am leaving.
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