Travels to Discover the Source of the Nile, Volume 3 (of 5): In the years 1768, 1769, 1770, 1771, 1772 and 1773Bruce, James
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Travels to Discover the Source of the Nile, Volume 3 (of 5): In the years 1768, 1769, 1770, 1771, 1772 and 1773
Bruce, James
Egypt -- Description and travel; Ethiopia -- Description and travel; Ethiopia -- History; Natural history -- Ethiopia; Nile River
Our horses were immediately fed; bread, honey, and butter served: Ali
had no occasion to cry, drink; it went about plentifully, and I would
stay no longer, but mounted my horse, thinking every minute that I
tarried might be better spent at the cataract. The first thing they
carried us to was the bridge, which consists of one arch of about
twenty-five feet broad, the extremities of which were strongly let
into, and rested on the solid rock on both sides; but fragments of the
parapets remained, and the bridge itself seemed to bear the appearance
of frequent repairs, and many attempts to ruin it; otherwise, in its
construction, it was exceedingly commodious. The Nile here is confined
between two rocks, and runs in a deep trough, with great roaring and
impetuous velocity. We were told no crocodiles were ever seen so high,
and were obliged to remount the stream above half a mile before we came
to the cataract, through trees and bushes of the same beautiful and
delightful appearance with those we had seen near Dara.
The cataract itself was the most magnificent sight that ever I beheld.
The height has been rather exaggerated. The missionaries say the fall
is about sixteen ells, or fifty feet. The measuring is, indeed, very
difficult, but, by the position of long sticks, and poles of different
lengths, at different heights of the rock, from the water’s edge, I may
venture to say that it is nearer forty feet than any other measure. The
river had been considerably increased by rains, and fell in one sheet
of water, without any interval, above half an English mile in breadth,
with a force and noise that was truly terrible, and which stunned and
made me, for a time, perfectly dizzy. A thick fume, or haze, covered
the fall all round, and hung over the course of the stream both above
and below, marking its track, though the water was not seen. The river,
though swelled with rain, preserved its natural clearness, and fell, as
far as I could discern, into a deep pool, or bason, in the solid rock,
which was full, and in twenty different eddies to the very foot of the
precipice, the stream, when it fell, seeming part of it to run back
with great fury upon the rock, as well as forward in the line of its
course, raising a wave, or violent ebullition, by chaffing against each
other.
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