What Led to the Discovery of the Source of the NileSpeke, John Hanning
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What Led to the Discovery of the Source of the Nile
Speke, John Hanning
Horn of Africa -- Description and travel; Nile River; Tanganyika, Lake
With the action of lightning, seeing that death was inevitable if I
remained lying there a moment longer, I sprang upon my legs, and gave
the miscreant such a sharp back-hander in the face with my
double-bound fists that he lost his presence of mind, and gave me a
moment's opportunity to run away; which, by the Lord, I lost no time
in doing, taking very good care, by holding my hands on one side, not
to allow the dangling rope to trip me up. I was almost naked, and
quite bare upon the feet, but I ran over the shingly beach towards the
sea like wildfire. The man followed me a little way, but, finding I
had the foot of him, threw his spear like a javelin, but did not
strike me, for I bobbed, and allowed it to pass safely over my head;
he then gave up the chase. Still I had at least forty more men to pass
through, who were scattered all about the place, looking for what
property they could pick up, before I could get safe away. These men,
seeing the chase, all tried to cut off my retreat.
However, I dodged them all by turns, running fast across them, and
bobbing as they threw their spears after me, until I reached the
shore, when I had the satisfaction of seeing the last man give up the
pursuit and leave me to myself. I was now fast fainting from loss of
blood, and sat gently on a mound of sand, picked the knots which bound
my hands open with my teeth, and exposed my breast to the genial
influences of the refreshing sea-breeze, which at sunrise, as this
was, is indescribably pleasant. But what a gloomy prospect was now
before me!! I was growing weaker every minute; my limbs were beginning
to stiffen and the muscles to contract, and I thought there was no
help probably nearer than Ain Tarad; what was to be done? I could not
travel the distance, and I must perish miserably by slow degrees, from
starvation and exhaustion, in the dreary desert; far better, thought
I, had the spear done its worst, and no lingering would have followed.
Whilst reflecting in this strain, my eyes, wistfully gazing on the few
remaining huts of Berbera, lit upon some female figures beckoning to
me, but I could not divine who they were, or what was their meaning.
I rose as a last hope, and hobbled towards them, for my right leg was
nearly crooked up double, and was so weak it could not support the
weight of my body but for an instant at a time. Drawing nearer, I
discovered them to be the four women whom we the evening before
permitted to join our camp. Just then I saw some men hurrying from the
eastward along the shore, endeavouring to meet me.
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