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
At half past seven we came to the mouth of a narrow valley, through
which a stream of water ran very swiftly over a bed of pebbles. It
was the first clear water we had seen since we left Syria, and gave
us then unspeakable pleasure. It was in taste excellent. The shade of
the tamarind-tree, and the coolness of the air, invited us to rest on
this delightful spot, though otherwise, perhaps, it was not exactly
conformable to the rules of prudence, as we saw several huts and
families of the Hazorta along the side of the stream, with their flocks
feeding on the branches of trees and bushes, entirely neglectful of the
grass they were treading under foot.
The caper-tree here grows as high as the tallest English elm; its
flower is white, and its fruit, though not ripe, was fully as large as
an apricot.
I went some distance to a small pool of water in order to bathe, and
took my firelock with me; but none of the savages stirred from their
huts, nor seemed to regard me more than if I had lived among them all
their lives, though surely I was the most extraordinary sight they had
ever seen; whence I concluded that they are a people of small talents
or genius, having no curiosity.
At two o’clock we continued our journey, among large timber trees, till
half past three, along the side of the rivulet, when we lost it. At
half past four we pitched our tent at Sadoon, by the side of another
stream, as clear, as shallow, and as beautiful as the first; but the
night here was exceedingly cold, though the sun had been hot in the
day-time. Our desire for water was, by this time, considerably abated.
We were everywhere surrounded by mountains, bleak, bare, black, and
covered with loose stones, entirely destitute of soil; and, besides
this gloomy prospect, we saw nothing but the heavens.
On the 19th, at half past six in the morning, we left Sadoon, our road
still winding between mountains in the bed, or torrent of a river,
bordered on each side with rack and sycamore trees of a good size.
I thought them equal to the largest trees I had ever seen; but upon
considering, and roughly measuring some of them, I did not find one 7½
feet diameter; a small tree in comparison of those that some travellers
have observed, and much smaller than I expected; for here every cause
concurred that should make the growth of these large bodies excessive.
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