Travels to Discover the Source of the Nile, Volume 3 (of 5): In the years 1768, 1769, 1770, 1771, 1772 and 1773Bruce, James
History
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
Since passing the Nile I found myself more than ordinarily depressed;
my spirits were sunk almost to a degree of despondency, and yet nothing
had happened since that period more than was expected before. This
disagreeable situation of mind continued at night while I was in bed.
The rashness and imprudence with which I had engaged myself in so
many dangers without any necessity for so doing; the little prospect
of my being ever able to extricate myself out of them, or, even if
I lost my life, of the account being conveyed to my friends at home;
the great and unreasonable presumption which had led me to think that,
after every one that had attempted this voyage had miscarried in it,
I was the only person that was to succeed; all these reflections upon
my mind, when relaxed, dozing, and half oppressed with sleep, filled
my imagination with what I have heard other people call the _horrors_,
the most disagreeable sensation I ever was conscious of, and which I
then felt for the first time. Impatient of suffering any longer, I
leaped out of bed, and went to the door of the tent, where the outward
air perfectly awakened me, and restored my strength and courage. All
was still, and at a distance I saw several bright fires, but lower
down, and more to the right than I expected, which made me think I was
mistaken in the situation of Karcagna. It was then near four in the
morning of the 25th. I called up my companions, happily buried in deep
sleep, as I was desirous, if possible, to join the king that day. We
accordingly were three or four miles from Derdera when the sun rose;
there had been little rain that night, and we found very few torrents
on our way; but it was slippery, and uneasy walking, the rich soil
being trodden into a consistence like paste.
About seven o’clock we entered upon the broad plain of Maitsha, and
were fast leaving the lake. Here the country is, at least a great part
of it, in tillage, and had been, in appearance, covered with plentiful
crops, but all was cut down by the army for their horses, or trodden
under foot, from carelessness or vengeance, so that a green blade
could scarcely be seen. We saw a number of people this day, chiefly
straggling soldiers, who, in parties of threes and fours, had been
seeking, in all the bushes and concealed parts of the river, for the
miserable natives, who had hid themselves thereabouts; in this they had
many of them been successful. They had some of them three, some of them
four women, boys and girls, who, though Christians like themselves,
they nevertheless were carrying away into slavery to sell them to the
Turks for a very small price.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account