CHAPTER IV.

PREPARATIONS FOR THE JOURNEY INTO CENTRAL AFRICA.

Necessity of Leaving Immediately—Engaging a Boat—The

Dragomen—Achmet el Saïdi—Funds—Information—Procuring an

Outfit—Preparing for the Desert—The Lucky Day—Exertions to

Leave—Off!

I devoted but little time to seeing Cairo, for the travelling season had

arrived, and a speedy departure from Cairo was absolutely necessary.

The trip to Khartoum occupies at least two months and it is not safe to

remain there later than the first of March, on account of the heat and

the rainy season, which is very unhealthy for strangers. Dr. Knoblecher,

the Catholic Apostolic Vicar for Central Africa, had left about a

month previous, on his expedition to the sources of the White Nile. I

therefore went zealously to work, and in five days my preparations were

nearly completed. I prevailed upon the European of our triad, who had

intended proceeding no further than Cairo, to join me for the voyage

to Assouan, on the Nubian frontier, and our first care was to engage

a good _dahabiyeh_, or Nile-boat. This arrangement gave me great joy,

for nowhere is a congenial comrade so desirable as on the Nile. My

friend appreciated the river, and without the prospect of seeing Thebes,

Ombos and Philæ, would have cheerfully borne all the inconveniences and

delays of the journey, for the Nile’s sake alone. Commend me to such

a man, for of the hundreds of tourists who visit the East, there are

few such! On my arrival, I had found that the rumors I had heard on

the road respecting the number of travellers and the rise in the price

of boats, were partially true. Not more than a dozen boats had left

for Upper Egypt, but the price had been raised in anticipation. The

ship carpenters and painters were busily employed all along the shore

at Boulak, in renovating the old barks or building new ones, and the

Beys and Pashas who owned the craft were anticipating a good harvest.

Some travellers paid forty-five pounds a month for their vessels, but I

found little difficulty in getting a large and convenient boat, for two

persons, at twenty pounds a month. This price, it should be understood,

includes the services of ten men, who find their own provisions, and

only receive a gratuity in case of good behavior. The American Consul,

Mr. Kahil, had kindly obtained for me the promise of a bark from Ismaïl

Pasha, before our arrival—a superb vessel, furnished with beds, tables,

chairs and divans, in a very handsome style—which was offered at thirty

pounds a month, but it was much larger than we needed. In the course of

my inspection of the fleet of barks at Boulak, I found several which

might be had at fifteen, and seventeen pounds a month, but they were old,

inconvenient, and full of vermin. Our boat, which I named the Cleopatra,

had been newly cleansed and painted, and contained, besides a spacious

cabin, with beds and divans, a sort of portico on the outside, with

cushioned seats, where we proposed to sit during the balmy twilights, and

smoke our shebooks.

Without a tolerable knowledge of Arabic, a dragoman is indispensable.

The few phrases I had picked up, on the way from Alexandria, availed me

little, and would have been useless in Nubia, where either the Berberi

language, or a different Arabic dialect is spoken; and I therefore

engaged a dragoman for the journey. This class of persons always swarm

in Cairo, and I had not been there a day before I was visited by half a

dozen, who were anxious to make the trip to Khartoum. How they knew I

was going there, I cannot imagine; but I found that they knew the plans

of every traveller in Cairo as well. I endeavored to find one who had

already made the journey, but of all who presented themselves, only two

had been farther than the second Cataract. One of these was a Nubian,

who had made a trip with the Sennaar merchants, as far as Shendy, in

Ethiopia; but he had a sinister, treacherous face, and I refused him

at once. The other was an old man, named Suleyman Ali, who had been

for three years a servant of Champollion, whose certificate of his

faithfulness and honesty he produced.

He had been three years in Sennaar, and in addition to Italian, (the

only Frank tongue he knew), spoke several Ethiopian dialects. He was a

fine, venerable figure, with an honest face, and I had almost decided

to take him, when I learned that he was in feeble health and would

scarcely be able to endure the hardships of the journey. I finally made

choice of a dark Egyptian, born in the valley of Thebes. He was called

Achmet el Saïdi, or Achmet of Upper Egypt, and when a boy had been for

several years a servant in the house of the English Consul at Alexandria.

He spoke English fluently, as well as a little Italian and Turkish. I

was first attracted to him by his bold, manly face, and finding that

his recommendations were excellent, and that he had sufficient spirit,

courage and address to serve us both in case of peril, I engaged him,

notwithstanding he had never travelled beyond Wadi Halfa (the Second

Cataract). I judged, however, that I was quite as familiar with the

geography of Central Africa as any dragoman I could procure, and that, in

any case, I should find it best to form my own plans and choose my own

paths. How far I was justified in my choice, will appear in the course of

the narrative.

The next step was to procure a double outfit—for the Nile and the

Desert—and herein Achmet, who had twice made the journey to Mount Sinai

and Petra, rendered me good service. I had some general knowledge of what

was necessary, but without the advantage of his practical experience,

should have been very imperfectly prepared. As it was, many things were

forgotten in the haste of departure, the need of which I felt when it

was too late to procure them. I had been prudent enough, when in Vienna,

to provide myself with Berghaus’s great map of Arabia and the Valley of

the Nile, which, with a stray volume of Russegger, were my only guides.

In Khartoum, afterwards, I stumbled upon a copy of Hoskins’s Ethiopia.

The greater part of my funds I changed into Egyptian silver _medjids_,

_colonnati_, or Spanish pillar-dollars, and the Austrian dollar of Maria

Theresa, all of which are current as far as Sennaar and Abyssinia. I

also procured five hundred piastres in copper pieces of five paràs

(about half a cent) each, which were contained in a large palm-basket,

and made nearly an ass’s load. In addition to these supplies, I obtained

from an Armenian merchant a letter of credit on his brother in Khartoum,

for two thousand piastres, on which, he gave me to understand. I should

be obliged to pay a discount of twenty per cent. I endeavored, but in

vain, to procure some information relative to the cost of travelling in

Nubia and the countries beyond. The Frank merchants knew nothing, except

that the expenses were vast, and predicted that the sum I took would

prove insufficient and that I should certainly become involved in great

difficulties and embarrassments. The native merchants who had made the

journey were all jealous of a foreign traveller attempting to penetrate

into their peculiar domain, and gave me no satisfactory information,

while to the imagination of the Cairenes, Sennaar is the utmost verge of

the world, and he who has been there and returned in safety, enjoys the

special protection of Allah. Even Achmet, although he showed no signs

of fear, and did not hesitate to accompany me, informed his family and

friends that we were going no further than Wadi Halfa, for he said they

would certainly detain him by force, should they learn the truth.

I did not think it necessary to obtain a firman from Abbas Pasha, which

might readily have been procured. The American, English and Austrian

Consuls kindly gave me letters to the principal Consular agents and

merchants in Khartoum, besides which, Achmet professed to have some

acquaintance with Lattif Pasha, who was then Pasha of Soudân. To the Hon.

Mr. Murray, the English Consul-General, and Mr. Constantine Kahil, the

American Vice-Consul at Cairo, I was especially indebted for favors. The

former intrusted me with despatches for Khartoum and Obeid, in Kordofan,

and the latter furnished me with letters to the Governors of Thebes,

Assouan and Korosko, asking the latter to insure my safety on the journey

through the Nubian Desert. Thus prepared, I anticipated no further

trouble on the road than from hard-trotting camels, sand, brackish water,

and the like privations, which are easily borne.

The furnishing of a Nile-boat requires considerable knowledge of

housekeeping. The number of small articles required for this floating

speck of civilization in a country of barbarians, is amazing to a

bachelor. I had no idea that the art of cooking needed such a variety

of tools and appliances, and for the first time in my life, conceived

some respect for the fame of Ude and Soyer. There are frying-pans and

stew-pans; coffee-pots and tea-pots; knives, forks, spoons, towels, cups,

ladles and boxes; butter, lard, flour, rice, macaroni, oil, vinegar,

mustard and pepper; and no end to the groceries. We must have a table

and chairs, quilts and pillows, mats, carpets and napkins, and many

other articles which I should never have thought of without the help of

Achmet and of M. Pini, who keeps a general dépôt of supplies. His printed

lists, in four languages, lighten the traveller’s labor very greatly. His

experience in regard to the quantity required, is also of much service;

otherwise an inexperienced person would not know whether to take twelve

or fifty pounds of rice, nor how much sugar belonged to so much coffee.

The expense of our outfit, including bread, fowls, mutton, charcoal, and

every other requisite, was about two thousand piastres—a little more than

one hundred dollars. The calculation was made for one month’s provisions

for two persons.

For my further journey after leaving the Nile, I was recommended to take

a large supply, on account of the scarcity and expense of many articles

in Upper Nubia and Sennaar. I therefore purchased sufficient tea, coffee,

flour, rice, biscuits, sugar, macaroni and dried fruit to last me two

months, beside a complete _canteen_, or supply of articles necessary for

life in the desert. I took an extra quantity of gunpowder, tobacco and

coffee, for presents to the Arab shekhs. The entire cost of this outfit

was about nine hundred piastres. In addition, I procured a good Turkish

tent for two hundred and fifty piastres, to which I added a supply of

tent-pins, lantern-poles, water-skins, and leathern water-flasks, all

these articles being procured to better advantage in Cairo. I did not

propose adopting the Egyptian costume until I had made some progress in

the language, and therefore contented myself with purchasing a _bornous_

of camel’s hair, a sabre, a broad shawl of Tripoli silk, for the waist,

and shoes of white leather, which are very cool and comfortable. I also

followed the custom of the European residents, in having my hair shorn

close to the head, and wearing a white cotton skull-cap. Over this was

drawn the red tarboosh, or fez, and as a protection against the sun,

I bound a large white shawl around it, which was my first lesson in

turban-making.

Achmet, influenced by a superstition which is not peculiar to the East,

begged me to hasten our preparations, in order that we might leave Boulak

on Monday, which day, he averred, was the luckiest in the week, and

would render our journey prosperous from beginning to end. Knowing from

experience that half the success of the journey is in the start, and

believing that it is better to have superstition with you than against

you, I determined to gratify him. He was as zealous as I could wish,

and we rested not from morning to night, until at last, from the spirit

with which we labored, it seemed almost a matter of life and death, that

the boat should leave on Monday. I had a clause inserted in our written

contract with the captain, that he should forfeit a day’s rent, in case

he was not ready at the appointed hour; but, in spite of this precaution

Achmet, who well knew the indifference of the Arab nature, was constantly

on his track. Two or three times a day he galloped to Boulak, to hasten

the enlistment of the men, the baking of bread for the voyage, the

furbishing of the cabin, and the overhauling of the sails, oars and

rigging. My European friends in Cairo smiled at our display of activity,

saying that such a thing had never been known, as a boat sailing at the

appointed time, and that I was fatiguing myself to no purpose.

Monday (Nov. 17th) came, and the Egyptian cook, Salame, whom we had

engaged for the Nile voyage, was despatched to the markets to lay in a

supply of fowls, eggs, butter and vegetables. My letters home—the last I

expected to send, for months to come—were committed to the Post Office,

and after an early dinner, we saw our baggage and stores laden upon

carts and started for Boulak, under Achmet’s guidance. We took leave of

the few friends we had made in Cairo, and followed. The _Cleopatra_ was

still lying in the midst of a crowd of _dahabiyehs_, but the American

flag, hoisted at the peak of her little mizzenmast, was our “cornet,”

proclaiming departure. We found Achmet unjacketed and unturbaned, stowing

away the stores, with one eye on the raïs, and another (as it seemed to

me) on each of the tardy sailors. There was still charcoal to be bought,

and _bois gras_ for kindling fires, and clubs for the men, to prevent

invasions from the shore, with many more of those wants which are never

remembered until the last moment. The afternoon wore away; the shadows of

the feathery date-trees on the island of Rhoda stretched long and cool

across the Nile; but before the sun had touched the tops of the Pyramids,

we had squeezed out from the shipping of Boulak, and were slowly

working up the Nile before a light wind, while our boatmen thumped the

_tarabooka_, and sang their wild Arab songs of departure. The raïs came

up to know whether he had not fulfilled his contract, and Achmet with a

cheerful face, turned to me and said: “Praised be Allah, master! we shall

have a lucky journey.”

[Illustration: Achmet.]

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