CHAPTER XVII.

Return to the North. Tikkitikki’s reluctance to start. Passage of

the Gadda. Sounding the Keebaly. The river Kahpily. Cataracts of

the Keebaly. Kubby’s refusal of boats. Our impatience. Crowds

of hippopotamuses. Possibility of fording the river. Origin and

connection of the Keebaly. Division of highland and lowland.

Geographical expressions of Arabs and Nubians. Mohammedan

perversions. Return to Nembey. Bivouac in the border-wilderness.

Eating wax. The Niam-niam declare war. Parley with the enemy.

My mistrust of the guides. Treacherous attack on Mohammed.

Mohammed’s dangerous wound. Open war. Detruncated heads. Effect

of arrows. Mohammed’s defiance. Attack on the abattis. Pursuit

of the enemy. Inexplicable appearance of 10,000 men. Wando’s

unpropitious omen. My Niam-niam and their oracle. Mohammed’s

speedy cure. Solar phenomenon. Dogs barbarously speared. Women

captured. Niam-niam affection for their wives. Calamus. Upper

course of the Mbrwole. Fresh captive. Her composure. Alteration

in scenery. Arrival at the Nabambisso.

After a sojourn of three weeks, the 12th of April was fixed for the

raising of our camp and for the departure of our caravan from the

residence of the Monbuttoo king.

For myself it was with a sad and heavy heart that I had to begin

retracing my steps towards the north. How bitter was my disappointment

may well be imagined. I could not be otherwise than aware that I was

leaving behind my only chance of answering some of those important

questions that might be propounded to me; and my regret was aggravated

by the conviction that a journey comparatively short would now have

brought me to the sources of the three great rivers of the west, the

only streams that are absolutely closed to our geographical knowledge,

viz, the Benwe, the Ogawai, and the Congo. Distant as I was hardly more

than 450 miles from the limit that had been reached by Livingstone,

I could discern, as I fondly imagined, from Munza’s residence, a path

clearly open towards the south-west which would conduct me to the Congo

and to the states of the mighty Mwata Yanvo; it appeared to me to be

a path that, once explored, would solve the remaining problems of the

heart of Africa as decidedly as the sword of Alexander severed the

Gordian knot, and now, just when there was only one more district to

be traversed and that not larger than what we had already passed since

leaving the Gazelle, to be obliged to abandon further progress and to

leave the mysterious secrets still unravelled was a hardship to which

it was impossible patiently to submit. But there was no alternative,

and, however reluctantly, I had to yield.

I have already spoken of the various obstacles to any further advance;

I must, however, again insist upon my conviction that any single

traveller, provided he had not an undue proportion of flesh (for to be

fat would be fatal), might march on unhindered down the Welle as far as

Baghirmy, since the population was all well disposed enough as far as

regards the white man. But any attempt to carry on an entire caravan

in that direction would have met with the most strenuous opposition

on the part of King Munza; his indirect influence might have enabled

travellers to descend as far to the south as lat. 2° N.; but for this

his sanction would have had to be purchased by an enormous contribution

of copper.

The first event of the morning of our start occasioned no small stir

amongst the Nubians. Mohammed Aboo Sammat had established a Seriba

in the place, for the garrisoning of which twenty-eight men had

to be left behind, and several hours elapsed before the necessary

conscription could be accomplished. Apart from myself, depressed as I

was by my disappointment, every one else was elated at the prospect

of returning, so that no penalty could be considered much heavier

than being compelled to tarry in this remote region for one or two

years, and possibly longer, to be the associates of cannibals; each

man accordingly upon whom the unlucky destiny chanced to fall received

his orders to remain with the loudest murmurs of dissatisfaction, and

the outcry and contention threatened to be interminable. At length,

by cajoling, by bribing, by promises of ample pay, and, it must be

added, by the representation of the lives of frolic they would lead

with the Monbuttoo women, the malcontents were persuaded unwillingly to

acquiesce in their fate.

It was noon before the column was actually in motion. The Nubians

parted from their companions with the most touching embraces; the

crowds of chattering Monbuttoo surrounded the encampment and watched

with vivid interest the thousand gestures of farewell, whilst the

negro-bearers, silent and stolid as ever, set forward on their way.

[Sidenote: TIKKITIKKI’S FAREWELL.]

During this parting scene my little Tikkitikki (as the Niam-niam

called the Pygmy who had been presented to me a few days previously)

was seized with an apparent fit of home sickness; he set up such a

dismal howling and sobbed so bitterly that I confess I was for a while

undecided whether I would really carry him away, but I soon discovered

that it was only the uninitiated who could be imposed upon by his

behavior. He was not bewailing the loss of his home, for he was utterly

ignorant as to where that home had been; neither was he deploring his

separation from his kinsfolk, for they stood by, gesticulating wildly,

and only mocked at his distress. The fact was, he was influenced solely

by his dread of strangers. He was in mortal fear of being eaten up. It

very rarely happens among the Monbuttoo that natives are surrendered to

the Nubians for slaves: the occasion therefore of a present being made

of a human creature would only too readily suggest the thought that

some ulterior destination for cannibal purposes was in view. Altogether

inadequate to appease Tikkitikki’s fears as to his approaching fate

was the gorgeous silk jacket in which I arrayed him, and it was with no

little satisfaction that I found I could pacify him by offering him the

choicest morsels that I could procure for him to eat. After spending a

few days with me in my tent, and finding himself treated with all the

dainties that the country could produce, he forgot his troubles, laid

aside his apprehensions, and became as happy as a little prince.

From the splendid thickets upon the banks of the rivulets which

streamed across our path I gathered all the specimens I could of the

flora of this distant land, and all along our return journey I lost no

available opportunity of contributing any novelty to my botanical store.

For about five miles we followed the route by which we had arrived,

proceeding in a north-easterly direction until we reached the mounds

of gneiss that lay before the third stream. Making a little _détour_

to the left I mounted the eminences, which were crowned with some

fine fig-trees, whence I could watch our long caravan winding amongst

the plantain-groves; now and then my view of the _cortège_ would be

obstructed by some rising oil-palms, and finally the train would

disappear in the obscurity of the gallery-forest. The streams were

now much swollen, and their passage entailed not only a considerable

loss of time but some trial of strength. The paths were so narrow that

we were compelled to proceed in single file, not unfrequently being

obliged to halt in places where the shadows of the forest were far too

light to afford us any protection from the raging heat. Upon these

occasions I found a draught from a calabash of plantain-wine very

refreshing. Every now and then I had recourse to a pipe. Altogether,

however, in spite of its inconveniences the journey was through scenery

so charming that it could not be otherwise than enjoyable.

After crossing the third brook we made a turn to the right, thus

entering upon a way that was new to us. Having traversed an open

steppe along the edge of a gallery extending to the north-east,

we encamped at nightfall at a farmstead near the river Gadda.

Half-an-hour’s march in the morning brought us to the river bank.

[Sidenote: THE GADDA.]

In its dimensions the Gadda resembles the Wow just above its junction

with the Dyoor, but it does not exhibit the same periodical changes in

the volume of its waters; its bed remains fall throughout the year, and

at this date (April 13th) I found that it was 155 feet wide and but

3 feet deep, its velocity being 57 feet in a minute. The banks were

bounded by light woods, and the soil not being subject to any further

inundations had only a gentle slope; the floodmarks on the shore proved

the difference between the highest and lowest conditions of the river

to be 20 feet. The Gadda has its source far to the south-east, and,

flowing across the dominions of the Monbuttoo king Degberra, joins the

Keebaly: the united streams then receive the name of the Welle.

Without unnecessary loss of time we forded the sandy river-bed, and,

continuing our march for about another half hour, arrived at the left

bank of the Keebaly. The river here exhibited much the same character

as the Welle at the spot where we had forded it upon our outward

journey, but I presume it was somewhat narrower, as by trigonometrical

measurement I found that its width was only 325 feet.

By the orders of the king boats were in readiness to convey the caravan

across, and the ferrymen did their work so well and quickly that the

entire passage was accomplished in three hours. While the transit was

being effected I took the opportunity of embarking in a canoe for

the purpose of estimating the depth and velocity of the stream, an

operation in which I was materially assisted by the greater experience

of my servant Mohammed Ameen. In the same way as I noticed on the

Welle, the current was much stronger on the northern or right shore;

by throwing a gourd upon the flood and observing the number of feet

it progressed in a minute, I estimated the ratio of the currents upon

the opposite banks to be as 15:19. The depth was between 12 and 13

feet, and there were neither rocks nor sand-banks in this part of the

river-bed.

As I stood in the long grass superintending the stowage of the baggage,

I was very considerably inconvenienced by the inquisitiveness of the

natives, who persisted in thronging close around. In order to get free

from their intrusion I was glad to resort to all kinds of artifices,

such as throwing some lighted touchwood amongst them, and treating

them to a few cartridges. After the last bearer had started and they

observed that I still continued to paddle up and down the stream, their

curiosity knew no bounds. Trusting to the superiority of our firearms

and the protection of my own servants, I felt perfectly secure and

enjoyed the bewildered surprise with which the natives who crowded

the banks surveyed our evolutions. The dexterous swimming and diving

of my Nubians excited the liveliest interest, and every time the

sounding-lead was dipped it was watched as eagerly as if it were about

to draw forth from the deep some treasure of the Nibelungen.

Northward again. We passed the farmsteads of the local overseer

Parra, crossed the brook Mboolah, and pitched our camp at a hamlet

but a few miles from the stream. The remainder of the day I spent in

botanizing. I made my way into the thickets, and found some splendid

representatives of such large-leaved plants as the philodendra,

calladia, and marantha, which gleamed with a metallic sheen. The

overseer was very liberal: he supplied us freely with beer, and the

greater part of the night was spent in friendly intercourse with the

natives, who found, as ever, my hair and my lucifers to be an unfailing

source of interest. Myself the people designated as “a good man,” and,

satisfied that I had come from the skies, they interpreted my arrival

as a token of peace and happiness.

[Sidenote: BONGWA.]

Our road on the following day lay through a country that was generally

open, and we had no stream to cross until we reached the brook Bumba,

near the village of Bongwa. Here we regained our former route. The

country was perfectly safe, and I was accordingly able to march with

my own people in the rear of the caravan, and devote my attention to

my botanical researches. The hamlets that we passed were pleasant

resting-places, and as we halted under the welcome shade of the

foliage, the natives rarely failed to hasten out and bring fresh

plantains for our refreshment.

At Bongwa we made a halt for a whole day, for the purpose of giving the

smiths an opportunity of working, as it was necessary for our copper

bars to be transformed into some thousands of rings. For my own part

I found ample employment in sketching, and in adding what I could to

my store of curiosities. The victualling of the caravan, moreover, had

become a matter of increased difficulty; it was now the season for

planting out, and all the roots and tubers which the natives had spared

from the preceding year had just been put into the ground, so that

there was a general scarcity of provisions; a fact that was brought

home to our own experience, when we found that the yams that were

supplied to us had already commenced throwing out their fresh sprouts.

Retracing our former track we crossed by fording the six approximate

streams that it may be remembered I noticed on our advance. On our

arrival at Nembey’s residence, we at once found shelter in the

camp-huts that had been erected at our last visit, and which were

still in a very fair state of preservation. I took a long ramble and

made a careful inspection of the plantations of sugar-cane in the

adjoining wildernesses upon the river-banks; my first impression was

that the canes were a rank spontaneous growth, but I was distinctly and

repeatedly assured that they were nowhere, by any chance, found wild,

and would not thrive without the aid of man.

Wando’s territory was before us. It now became a matter of serious

consideration how our progress across that hostile district should

be accomplished. Mohammed’s first suggestion was that we should take

a circuitous route far to the east, and then that he should himself

return with his armed forces strengthened by a complement from his

head Seriba on the Nabambisso, and thus proceed to rescue the store

of ivory that had been entrusted to Wando’s care. To this scheme no

doubt there were various objections. The new route would be entirely

unknown to the Nubians, and as, beyond a question, it would lead

across wildernesses utterly void of any population, the caravan would

necessarily have to endure no small measure of privation. In any case

trustworthy guides would be necessary in order that the caravan might

arrive at its destination in any seasonable time. Notwithstanding all

difficulties, Mohammed resolved to attempt to penetrate to the eastern

Monbuttoo country, although for this purpose we should be obliged to

recross the Keebaly. Nembey was tributary to Degberra, the king of

the eastern Monbuttoo, and it had been necessary for Mohammed thus to

proceed in the first place to his village; the fact being that the

enmity between Munza and Degberra was so bitter that there was no

possibility of passing _directly_ from the territory of one to that of

the other. We started accordingly, and the whole train having crossed

the brook Kussumbo, we turned to the south-east along an open steppe,

and proceeded for about half a league until we reached a deep hollow

from which there issued one of the smaller tributaries of the Kussumbo.

This hollow was formed by one of the landslips so common in this

part of Africa, caused by the gradual washing away from below of the

ferruginous swamp-ore, which was here at least 50 feet thick. The depth

of the defile itself was about 80 feet; its sides were enveloped in

dense bushes, and the masses of rock which were quite homogeneous were

adorned with a covering of hitherto unknown fern of the genus adiantum,

which, in spots like this, clothes the reeking stones with a complete

down of feathery fronds.

[Sidenote: THE KAHPILY.]

Another half league across the steppe and I was surprised to find that

we were on the banks of a copious river that about eight miles to the

south-west joined the Keebaly. Astonished at the sight of the rushing

waters I turned to my Monbuttoo guide, and, availing myself of the few

words in his dialect with which I was familiar, I asked him “_Na eggu

rukodassi?_” (What do you call that river?) From his reply I discovered

that it was the Kahpily, not the Keebaly. The similar sound of the

names of these two collateral streams warned me afresh how carefully

the traveller should render the names of rivers which he hears; time

passes on and the names of places are changed with their chiefs, but

the names of their rivers are handed on by the Africans from generation

to generation as long as their language and nationality remain

unaltered;[43] only where these change do the names of the rivers fall

into oblivion. The Kahpily has a rapid current from north-east to

south-west; its depth here was only 4 feet, but its bed, 40 feet in

width, and its steep rocky walls, 40 feet in height, demonstrated that

this important stream must be subject to a considerable increase in its

volume. In my own mind I was convinced that all these rivers, meeting

within so limited an area, must have their sources in some mountain

region at no great distance, little as the aspect of the surrounding

country seemed to warrant the supposition. It was evident to my mind

that the Kahpily must rise near the source-streams of the Dyoor, and

from a mountain-chain extending to the south-east from Baginze, a

district which would appear to be the nucleus of a whole series of

source-streams that flow thence to the north and west.

While the caravan was being carefully conducted across the river by

means of an immense stem of a tree that stretched over from bank to

bank, I enjoyed a refreshing bath in the foaming waters. Proceeding

next in the direction of E.S.E., we passed over a level steppe. As we

approached the river that next intercepted us we found that we were

on the recent track of a lion; the vestiges in the red clay were all

so well-defined that the natives, with their keen hunting instinct,

pronounced without hesitation that they had been made by an aged male.

The steppes extend for a long distance along the right bank of the

Keebaly without being relieved by human habitations, and the district

naturally abounds with game. Herds of leucotis antelopes animated

the plain and tempted me to devote an hour to the chase. Drenched

with perspiration, almost as if I were in the tumult of a battle, and

aimlessly following the impulse of the moment, I pushed my way through

the tall savannah-grass. Hunting in Africa may be fairly described

to be one continual whirl and scramble; the very abundance of game

confuses the vision; one object of attraction rises rapidly after

another, and baffles any attempt at deliberation. After considerable

perseverance I succeeded in bringing down a buck antelope, much to the

astonishment of the natives, who were watching my movements from the

road, and persisted to the last in questioning the efficiency of my

firearms. I hit a second antelope, but did not kill it. It was pursued

by the natives for many miles, and only just before sunset did they

succeed in surrounding it so that they could despatch it by means of

their lances. In the middle of the night I was called up, and naturally

supposed that something serious had transpired, but I soon discovered

that the reason why my rest had been disturbed was merely that I might

be shown the mark of my bullet in the animal’s thigh. The men insisted

upon my feeling the depth of the wound with my finger, and seemed

unable to comprehend that they were showing me nothing that was new.

[Sidenote: THE TRUMPET-TREE.]

A little rivulet, called the Kambeley, wound down a hollow incline of

which the sides were indented with many a vale of different level.

The sides of the hollow were covered for a considerable height with

a tangled jungle from which the great leaves of the trumpet-tree

(_Cecropia_) rose like brilliant fans; and interwoven amongst its

thickets there was a new species of palm, something akin to the rotang,

of which every leaf terminated in a long spray, armed with prickles,

like a pike-hook. From this palm the Monbuttoo cut canes as thick as

their arms, which are reputed to be so difficult to break that they are

not unfrequently used as a criterion in testing strength. Above the

primeval wood the narrow valley was crowned with a number of small and

graceful huts. Altogether the spot was so romantic and wild, and yet

withal it had an air of so much snug and cosy comfort, that it seemed

to entice one to choose it for his home.

At this point our caravan was joined by a party of people sent by

Kubby, one of Degberra’s sub-chieftains, from beyond the Keebaly, to

open ivory transactions with Mohammed, a circumstance that boded us no

good, and forbade us from being in any way sanguine of a hospitable

reception from Kubby. This half-way meeting was only a blind; it was

a pretext to prevent us from alleging that his subsequent refusal to

allow us to cross the river was actuated by any hostile motive. An

African chief always likes to have a loophole as long as it is doubtful

whether peace is preferable to war.

The ground, with its continual indentations, slanted gradually

downwards as we approached the great river. Several ravines and clefts

with their flowing source-springs had to be traversed before we reached

the river bank, and even then, with the roar of the cataract close

beside us, we were obliged to trace and retrace our steps up and down

the shore before we could find a suitable place for an encampment.

At this date (April 18th) the Keebaly filled a bed more than 1200 feet

in width. The main current followed the left or southern shore, along

which a great bank of gneiss lay exposed, now stretched out in wide

flats, and now piled up in countless fragments like huge lumps of ice.

The extreme height of this bank never exceeded fifty feet, while the

northern bank, on which we had our station, was covered with the most

splendid forest and rose to a height of at least a hundred feet. Higher

up, the stream was parted into numerous channels, and amidst these

was a profusion of woody islands, against which the foaming waters

broke, throwing the sparkle of their spray into the darkness of the

thicket.[44] The channels appeared to be all quite navigable, although

the sound of the rapids could be distinctly heard. “Kissingah” is the

general name by which these rapids are distinguished; but the Monbuttoo

are accustomed simply to refer to them as “the islands.” We could

observe the conical roofs of the fishing-huts peeping out from amidst

the foliage, and noticed the canoes of the unfriendly natives darting

rapidly across from one islet to another. Not one, however, of these

fishing-boats came near us; nor was there the least indication of the

coming of any of Kubby’s messengers to assist us in our passage across

the stream. We became aware only too soon of a resolution to obstruct

our progress, the cause of which was readily to be explained.

Poncet’s (subsequently Ghattas’s) company had a Seriba in Kubby’s

district, and the Nubians who had been left in charge had succeeded

in inducing the chief to refuse us the assistance of his boats, for

no other reason whatever than that they feared Mohammed’s competition

with themselves, and that they were eager to monopolize the entire

ivory-trade of the district.

[Illustration: VIEW ON THE KEEBALY, NEAR KUBBY.]

For the next day we waited on. No boats arrived. This waste of time

suited the plans neither of Mohammed nor of myself. Our provisions,

moreover, were getting low. There was no prospect of revictualling.

Accordingly our resolution was taken: without delay we would return to

Nembey.

[Sidenote: THE KEEBALY.]

During the day of indecision, I exerted myself as best I could to

explore the wildernesses of the Keebaly. My attention was chiefly

attracted by a fragrant crinum, in shape and size resembling a white

lily. The diversity of the trees seemed almost endless, and I was

especially amazed at the variety of the anonaceæ and fig-trees, of

which I found little short of forty species.

An infallible proof of the size and copiousness of the river was

afforded by the number of hippopotamuses that were floundering about. I

amused myself by clambering along the smooth rocks that projected into

the water, and testing my bullets on the hides of the unwieldy brutes;

having an ample store of ammunition, for which there did not seem to

be much demand in the way of regular hunting, I fired away over the

surface of the water, for the hour together. My sport created a vivid

sensation amongst the natives upon the opposite bank, for although they

had the prudence to keep carefully out of sight, they could not resist

surreptitiously spying at our camp from behind their bushes; they

manifested their surprise at the enormous range covered by my rifles,

being acquainted only with the guns of the Nubians, the best of which

could not carry half the distance.

The waters of the Keebaly have the repute of affording a home to a

very remarkable animal that has never been observed in any of the

streams that rise from the Nile basin. The Nubians, who have a habit of

calling anything with which they are not familiar by whatever name may

come uppermost at the moment, have given this animal the designation

of a “Kharoof-el-bahr,” or river-sheep; they describe it in such a

way that there can be little doubt that it is a manatus or lamantin

(probably M. Vogellii), which is so frequently found in the rivers of

Western Africa that flow into the Atlantic. My short and unsettled

sojourn on the Keebaly prohibited me from securing, out of these

tropical source-streams, a specimen of this strange representative of

the Sirenia family.

I am perfectly certain that if Mohammed had pleased he could have

forced his way across the river. The dexterous Nubians had but to swim

over with their guns upon their heads, and they could readily have

taken possession of the canoes which, too large and cumbrous to be

transported by land, were concealed in the thickets upon the opposite

shore. I merely mention this to illustrate my opinion that, with a

company of Nubians, the great African rivers in themselves offer no

insuperable obstacles to a resolute traveller.

As already affirmed, the Keebaly is to be considered as the main

stream of the river that, in its lower course, is known as the Welle.

Before quitting it we may do well to give our brief attention to the

geographical questions that are associated with this discovery.

In the accounts collected from his agents, and published by Poncet,

the river is called the Boora or Baboora;[45] but as I never heard

this name, I can only surmise that Poncet’s informants had somehow

misunderstood or misinterpreted the regular name Keebaly or Keebary.

In the same way I never heard anything of a king mentioned under the

name of Kagooma, or of a tribe called the Onguroo. The Nubians seem

never to recollect the native names of rivers, and invariably pronounce

all names whatever most incorrectly; the information derived from that

quarter is of little value to the geographer, and it is very much to

be regretted that the most travelled and experienced leaders of the

Khartoom expeditions should have failed so much in acquiring definite

details; had it been otherwise, their knowledge would have been of

great assistance in laying down more complete and accurate maps of the

country.

The probability that the Keebaly and the Welle are identical with the

upper course of the Shary appears to become at once almost a positive

certainty when we ask the counter-question, “If this is not the Shary,

whence does the Shary come?” All that we know and all that we do not

know about the north and north-western districts conspire to satisfy

us that in that direction there is neither a sufficient reservoir, nor

an adequate space, for the development of a network of streams large

enough to form a river which is half a mile broad at its mouth, and

which fills a lake as large as the whole of Belgium. The waters of the

Welle, however, do not rise till April, while the Shary occasionally

rises in March. In order to explain this earlier rising of the lower

river, we seem to be compelled to adopt the supposition that there

must be some _second_ main stream which issues from a latitude more

southerly than the Keebaly. Quite insignificant are the two affluents,

the Nalobey and the Nomayo, which the river receives on the left from

the south of Munza’s territory.

There can be little doubt about the real origin of the Keebaly.

Although, as delineated on my map, the river has a position as though

it issued directly from the north-west angle of the Mwootan Lake

(Albert Nyanza), nothing was more remote from my intention than to jump

to such a precipitate conclusion; there was nothing either in the

nature of the river and its tributaries, or in the information received

from the various natives, which could, in any way, justify such a

hypothesis. On the contrary, I am quite convinced of the correctness of

Baker’s statement. I entirely concur with his view that Lake Mwootan

is the great basin of the Nile, and that the Bahr-el-Gebel is its

only outlet. That Lake Mwootan, simply on account of its abundance of

water, must necessarily have _several_ outlets, and that the Ayi (the

river which Baker calls the Yè) is one of those outlets, is only a

geographical chimera which, in the Old World at least, has no analogy,

and which would only be admitted to the theories of _dilettanti_.

According to Baker’s measurement Lake Mwootan (Albert Nyanza) is

2720 feet above the level of the sea. But by comparing the rapids of

the Keebaly with the height of Munza’s residence (2707 feet), which

has been verified by the most rigid scientific appliances, I have

ascertained that they are almost on the same level as the lake. The

river and the lake being thus at the same altitude constitutes decisive

evidence that the Keebaly does not issue from the lake, from which it

is distant about 170 miles.

All the rivers that were embraced within the compass of my journey

appeared to me to have their source in the spur of the Galla-Abyssinian

highlands, through which the Bahr-el-Gebel passes in the Madi country.

Those which belong to the Nile system would seem to spring from the

mountains of Koshi on the north of Lake Mwootan, whilst those which

are tributary to the Shary have their source in what Baker designates

the Blue Mountains, which he observed to the north-west of the lake.

Including the Mfumbiro group on the north of Lake Tanganyika—that

group which under Speke’s name of “the Mountains of the Moon,” has

obtained a certain geographical notoriety—this mountain system

apparently forms a section of that conspicuous terrace-chain which

(with the only exceptions of the Niger source-territory and the lofty

isolated coast ranges by the equator) divides the continent of Africa,

not according to the prevailing idea into a northern and southern,

but into an eastward and westward half of highland and lowland. The

highland embraces a large number of inland lakes, some of which allow

their waters to escape most diffusely, whilst others appear to have no

outlet at all. Many of these lakes are found close to the western ridge

of the high ground. Besides the Keebaly, the Lualaba amongst other

rivers may be named as forcing its way through the mountains of Rua,

and apparently flowing in a westerly direction towards the lowland. If

we imagine a prolonged line to cut the entire continent from Massowa to

Mossamedes, it would coincide almost precisely with the terrace-chain

of which I have spoken; it would answer very much to a corresponding

line of division between the highlands and lowlands of South America

which, like an Africa turned right over, has its coast-chain on the

western side.

Nurtured as I had been upon the banks of the Düna, my earliest memories

were associated with the aspect of a majestic river with its foaming

waves, and it was consequently with no ordinary pleasure that I gazed

upon this stream which hitherto no white man had ever beheld. I retain

the most vivid recollection of the last evening that I spent upon the

banks of the Keebaly, when both time and place contributed to provoke

a geographical discussion. The Nubians are always ready to talk about

rivers. They will enlarge freely upon their source, their aspect, and

their connection; but, carried away by their imagination, they never

fail to represent their own incomparable Nile as _par excellence_ the

river of rivers, the very spring and reservoir of all the goodliest

waters of the earth. A compendium of all their geographical delusions

would form an interesting study, and might furnish a key to many

antiquated traditions. It is well known that the Nubians and Arabians

always give the name of “island” to the projecting point of land

which lies at the confluence of any two rivers; thus Sennaar would be

described as the “island” between the White and the Blue Nile; and it

was in the same sense that the ancients applied the name to Meroë, the

land between the Nile and the Atbara. It is a matter of remark again

that the Nubians are accustomed to invert, as it were, the upward and

downward courses of a stream, and to describe the confluence of two

rivers as the separation of the main stream into two branches. This

habit may possibly account for the frequent mention of “arms” in all

their descriptions of their rivers: it is in accordance moreover with

the practice of the ancients, who referred to the junction of the

White and Blue Nile at Khartoom as a partition of the entire stream,

“_ubi Nilus iterum bifurcus_;” a notion probably only derived from the

habitual expressions of the natives which would thus appear to have

remained unaltered for many centuries.

[Sidenote: NUBIAN INCONSISTENCY.]

A corresponding difference between the Nubian mode of expression

and our own is observable in all their allusions to the motions of

rivers, and they would speak, for example, of the Nile as going

_towards_, and not as descending _from_ the mountains. On the bank

of the Keebaly I sat discussing the topic of river-systems with

Mohammed Aboo Sammat and his people; but as we argued over the many

hydrographical problems that were yet unsolved I detected him in the

most flagrant contradictions. At length, losing my patience, I desired

him to show me with his hand which way he supposed the Keebaly to

flow; the whole party simultaneously motioned towards the east, and

turning to the west declared that that was the direction from which

the river came. Startled from my composure, I rated them soundly upon

their inconsistencies. “Why, you Mussulmen,” I said, “twist and turn

everything upside down. We can comprehend you in nothing. What is sin

with us is righteousness with you. The day you call night.[46] In

your Ramadan, _you_ fast during the daytime; _we_ do all our fasting

at night. Go to a strange place and you expect the people to be the

first to visit you. Go to a feast and you take the place of the host,

and treat the servants to their beer. Your bridegrooms, too, you make

them pay for their brides instead of taking them with a dowry of their

own. You talk of what is ‘pure and impure;’ but for yourselves you are

always dirty. Your names for colour are contradictions; ‘akhdar’ is

green and grey; ‘azrak’ is both blue and black. You call your drums

trumpets;[47] and your trumpets drums.[48] In bed you wrap up your

heads and leave your feet uncovered. To tell the truth, I could go on

and enumerate a hundred of your vagaries, and I can only wonder that

you do not stand on your heads and eat with your feet.” The incredible

confusion in the ideas of this people involves the traveller in

continual tedious explanations. Speke[49] complains in the same way

about the geographical blunders of his retinue.

We made our way back to Nembey by the same route that we had come.

Before regaining the place we very narrowly escaped coming into

collision with the inhabitants of some hamlets through which we passed.

The entire caravan for some days past had been placed upon reduced

rations, and when some of the bearers caught sight of the manioc roots

that had been planted close to the dwellings, the temptation of pulling

them up was too great to be resisted. The women were highly indignant,

assailed the offenders lustily, and shrieked at them with the loudest

imprecations. The caravan came to a standstill. As those in the rear

never knew what was happening in front, Mohammed, attended by his

bodyguard, hurried up to inquire into the cause of the disturbance.

Having ascertained the circumstances, he came to the resolution

that it would be his best policy to make an example of the thieves.

Accordingly he gave his instructions, and the delinquents received a

sound thrashing with the kurbatch, while the injured women looked on

with mingled satisfaction and derision.

On arriving at Nembey we found our grass camp-huts in flames, the

inhabitants having set fire to them as a token of their sense of having

had enough of our company. They had evidently no wish for us to tarry

among them any longer. Without halting, therefore, we continued our

march, recrossed the Kussumbo, and, towards dark, reached the last of

the villages before the frontier wilderness, where I and my people

found comfortable accommodation in a large shed belonging to the local

chief. We were here informed that Wando was bent upon our destruction,

the entire population of the frontier being already in arms, and the

women and children having been removed to a place of safety.

Mohammed by this time had been driven, however unwillingly, to the

conclusion that he had neither competent guides nor adequate provisions

to enable him to carry out his original project of avoiding the enemy’s

territory by taking a circuitous route to the east. There was no

alternative for us except to continue our old road over the wilderness

that bounded the frontier. Meanwhile, repeated showers of rain had

fallen, and had contributed very much to the difficulty of crossing

the swamps by making them unusually humid. So much time was occupied

in conveying the caravan across the brook that bounded the Monbuttoo

district that I had leisure to make a sketch of the gallery-forest,

which, however, very inadequately represents the splendour of its

luxuriance.[50]

[Illustration: A GALLERY-FOREST.]

The sun was still high when we made our first camp in the wilderness.

We were upon the third of the gallery-brooks. Since our former visit

new blossoms had unfolded themselves, and seemed to give a fresh aspect

to the scene. In every quarter of the thickets, gleaming like torches,

there rose the imposing clusters of the combretum, with its large

bright-red bracteæ; and, as if to rival them in splendour, every branch

of the spathodea put forth a _thyrsus_ of large orange-coloured balls.

[Sidenote: AFRICAN BEESWAX.]

In the midst of my enjoyment, as I was admiring the beauties all

around me, I was startled by a cry, like a shout of triumph, that

came from a party of our negroes who were scouring the woods in the

hope of securing something good to eat. I hurried in the direction of

the sound, and found the men all clustered round the stem of a tree,

to which they were busily applying firebrands. Having discovered a

quantity of honey in a hollow tree, they adopted the most effectual

measures to secure their treasure, and very soon the honey, the wax,

and the very bodies of the bees themselves were indiscriminately

devoured. If any one could persuade the inhabitants of Central Africa

to desist from their habit of consuming this wax, he would do no small

service towards accelerating the civilization of the continent. At

present, with the exception of ivory, no article of traffic from these

districts repays its transport: but the inexhaustible supply of wax

from these districts might be made the object of a productive trade.

Hitherto Abyssinia and Benguela have been the only countries that have

supplied any considerable quantities of this valuable product; yet the

demand for real beeswax in the lands alone that are subject to the

orthodox Greek Church, where it is the only material allowed for church

lights, is almost unbounded.

The ruins of the grass-huts beside the broad meadow-water brought back

to our recollection the melancholy night of rain which we had to endure

upon our outward journey. The spot was, if possible, more miserable and

dejected now. Neither leaves nor grass could be obtained in sufficient

quantity for our need. Trees had to be felled to make a path across the

swamp, and even then, go carefully as we would, the mud was much above

our knees. If the enemy had been sagacious enough to attack us under

those adverse circumstances, we should have fallen an easy prey.

In another two days we should pass the enemy’s border. The very

expectation seemed to awaken our impatience, and we started off at

early dawn. Already we could trace the footprints of our antagonists’

outposts, who had been seen some distance along the road to watch

for our approach. Towards noon we came to the official declaration

of war, consisting, as I have previously described, of the maize,

the feather, and the arrow, hung across our path, as the emblems of

defiance. There was something of the anxiety of suspense as we found

ourselves at the partition brook which marked off Wando’s territory.

Aware of the danger of venturing rashly into the pathless thickets, our

cautious leader ordered a general halt. Small detachments were first

despatched to reconnoitre and to clear the way. As soon as they had

satisfied themselves that all was safe, the signal was given by the

trumpets, and the column of bearers was set in motion. The crowd of

women were not permitted to march as usual in single file, but for the

sake of compactness were gathered in a mass and strode on, trampling

down whatever vegetation came in their way; the chaos of confusion was

indescribable; the shrill chatter of their voices mingled harshly with

the clatter of their pots and pans; while above all rose the bellowing

of the orders and the louder volley of the oaths of the Nubians, who

marched on with their guns in one hand, but making good use of their

rods and kurbatches with the other.

[Sidenote: A PARLEY.]

Safely through the wood, we reached an open steppe. We were in sight of

the enemy’s position, and once again a halt was called. The occasional

gleaming of a spear in the grass, or the waving of a plume upon a

Niam-niam’s hat, made us aware that we were not far from the presence

of the foe. They seemed to be in a wide semicircle, that embraced the

front of our halting-ground. There was, however, something in their

demeanour that appeared to indicate a desire on their part for a

parley. The interpreters therefore were sent forward, the trumpeter

Inglery at their head; Mohammed himself soon followed, and a conference

ensued. The natives all this time took careful cognizance of the range

of the Khartoomers’ guns, and did not seem disposed to approach nearer

than was requisite to understand what was said.

As the parley proceeded, and we saw the parties approximate nearer

to each other, we began to expect a favourable termination of the

interview. It turned out that the men with whom Mohammed was treating

were representatives of the districts adjoining the A-Madi, the Nabanda

Yuroo. They declared that though they were subject to Wando they had

really no share in his hostile intentions; they were anxious to guard

themselves against the mischief that might befall them from their

proximity to the scene of war, and consequently were only pleading “for

their hearths and homes.” Mohammed was inclined to listen to their

plea, although he was reckoning without his host. Meanwhile some of the

actual belligerents arrived, and professed that they could give us a

safe conduct across the country, declaring that they were well aware

where Wando had deposited Mohammed’s ivory, and upon these pretexts

they urged Mohammed to accept them as guides.

I could not resist making my way up to Mohammed as he stood surrounded

by his guard, and giving his instructions to the interpreters, in order

that I might point out to him the advantage of his position. I wanted

him to understand how much better it would be to secure all these men

as hostages than to trust to their promises and proposals; but he made

light of my apprehensions, affirming that savages were all cowards and

afraid of war, and that he had no doubt everything would come right at

last.

Without further delay the A-Banga were then permitted to escort us

to their villages on the other side of the brook, where, in spite of

the suspicious absence of all the women and children, we received an

abundant supply of provisions, and I was presented with a good store

of the flesh of some eland-antelopes, which the natives had killed on

the day before. In reality, these people amply deserved a thorough

chastisement at our hands for the massacre of our women slaves during

our outward journey, but Mohammed, under the hope of obtaining a

safe transit and recovering his ivory, thought it more diplomatic to

overlook the offence.

Before sunrise next morning all were in readiness to proceed. The day

proved to myself to be one of the few unlucky days that marred the

general good fortune that attended my enterprise. A slight mishap

befell me in crossing the first brook, which was but the precursor of

a more serious trouble to come. In crossing a swamp I fell into a deep

quagmire, from which I scrambled out with everything upon me except

my hat covered with the blackest and filthiest of mire. With all my

might I shouted to my servants to bring me clean dry clothes. My outcry

raised an alarm that spread to the rear. There arose an impression

that I had been wounded, and in a short time half the caravan had

crowded round. Order having been restored, we proceeded on our way,

deviating, however, a little from our previous route, and passing

numerous villages and cultivated spots. Owing to irregularities in the

soil our caravan became somewhat broken, and it was deemed advisable

to make a halt near the huts of the next local overseer, for the double

purpose of gathering the stragglers, and of allowing an interval for

the morning meal.

Starting afresh, Mohammed led the way. He was himself unarmed, but he

was attended by his young armour-bearers, and followed by a detachment

of his black body-guard. Next in order and close behind were the men

whose mediation and offers of guidance had yesterday been accepted.

Somehow or other I could not get rid of my presentiment that these

fellows were not to be trusted, and accordingly, contrary to my custom,

I took good care to keep my trusty rifle in my hand. It struck me as

very remarkable that in the villages which we passed the men, women,

and children were all assembled in crowds, and calmly watched our

progress, just as though there was no rumour or thought of war.

[Sidenote: ABOO SAMMAT WOUNDED.]

After about half a league I was at the head of a column of bearers, but

I had fallen some hundred paces behind Mohammed. All at once several

shots fired in rapid succession made me aware that something unusual

had happened in front. Looking to the right I saw some natives rushing

away at full speed across the steppes; a hasty fire was opened upon

the fugitives, and their savage yells of pain betrayed that some of

them were wounded, although they contrived to make good their escape.

Another moment and I caught sight of Mohammed being carried back

towards us with a broad streak of blood across his white sash, and

close beside were the two little armour-bearers writhing with their

faces to the ground, their backs pierced by the native lances. It

was a ghastly sight. Dashing up to Mohammed I ripped up his clothes,

and discovered at a glance that my poor friend had received a deep

spear-cut in his thigh. I did not lose an instant in adopting what

measures I could. As fate would have it, I had a box of insect needles

in my pocket. Water, of which we were always careful to have a supply,

was close at hand. Mohammed’s own muslin scarf was just the thing for

a bandage. Having carefully been washed, and then bound together with

half-a-dozen of the strongest of the pins, and finally enveloped in the

scarf and tied with yarn, the gaping wound was completely dressed, and

began to heal almost as soon as it was closed.

The sad event had occurred in this way. One of the pretended guides

forced his way between Mohammed and his young shield-bearers, and

brandishing his lance cried out, “The people of Yuroo are for peace;

_we_ are for war.” Mohammed instinctively made a sidelong movement to

escape the falling blow, and thus probably saved his life. Meanwhile

the other natives attacked the boys and stabbed them between the

shoulders. Although Mohammed had escaped the direct blow that was

designed, the huge lance, with its head a foot and a half in length,

had sunk deep into his flesh. With the fortitude of desperation he

dragged the murderous weapon from the wound, hurled it after the

fugitive assassin, and then fell senseless to the earth. The injury

caused by the barbs of the spear (which were an inch long) was

miserably aggravated by the impetuous fury with which the weapon was

extracted. The wound was broad and deep enough to admit my whole hand,

and had only just escaped the kidney, which was visible through the

open flesh.

In their first surprise at the sudden attack, Mohammed’s personal

retinue had fired almost at random after the fugitive traitors; but

as their guns were only loaded with deer-shot, they for the most part

hit the enemy without killing them. Immediately upon this there ensued

a general chase, and during the time that I was engaged in binding up

Mohammed’s wound, I could hear the reports of firearms along the whole

line of our procession.

And now again a halt was ordered, the columns of bearers were

collected, their loads were deposited in piles upon the ground, and

the signal was given for a general plunder. Joyfully enough was the

order hailed; it was especially welcome to the hungry Bongo after their

scanty fare on the previous days.

[Sidenote: HOSTILITIES.]

As a proof that the natives were in league together, I noticed that

directly after the treacherous attack upon Mohammed, all spectators

disappeared from the road; and although the Nubians, considering

themselves perfectly justified in taking what slaves they could, went

in pursuit of women and children, I did not see that their exertions

were attended with any success. They secured a number of unfortunate

boys, but they let them loose again, persecuting them with gun-shot and

lances as they took to flight. The air rung with their shrieks, and it

was only the long grass, I cannot doubt, that prevented my seeing not a

few of these undeserving victims sink and die upon the earth.

Within an hour not only were the granaries of the villages around so

effectually ransacked that abundance of corn was piled up around our

quarters, but the villages themselves were involved in flames. With an

expedition quite astonishing, the conical roofs were removed from the

nearest huts and employed in the construction of an improvised camp for

ourselves, which was subsequently surrounded by a substantial abattis.

The woodwork from the adjacent dwellings furnished the material for

this defence, which we presumed might be necessary in case of attack.

Meantime our fighting force was adequate to keep the natives, who had

assembled to do battle with us as intruders, at a safe distance from

our camp, where our own negroes were busily storing whatever they had

captured. While this was going on some of the fighting men came in,

and approaching their chieftain, who, wrapped in wet bandages, was

reclining on a couch beneath a tree, laid at his feet their first

trophies of war, consisting of several heads of the A-Banga. It was in

the first excitement of battle that these heads had been taken off

the bodies of the fallen, and in revenge for the slaughterous attack

upon Mohammed; but throughout the whole period of hostility, although

some twenty natives were killed, this was the first and last instance

that came under my notice of the barbarous custom. All the negroes

attached to our caravan had a superstitious horror of the practice of

decapitating the dead, and the Nubians would have deemed themselves

defiled by touching the corpse of a heathen. As no value appeared in

any quarter to be attached to the heads I appropriated them to myself,

and was thus able to add to the variety of my collection of skulls.

The scene of these adventures was within gunshot of a bank thicket,

through the deep hollow of which flowed a copious brook that a little

farther north joined the Assika. On the opposite bank, which was

considerably higher than the side on which we were encamped, there were

several groups of hamlets scattered about the open plain, and between

these numbers of armed men could be distinguished hurrying about,

the precise object of whose activity we were at a loss to determine.

Amongst the Nubians who were with us were some of the stoutest and

most resolute men in the whole of Aboo Samraat’s corps, and these

had come to the resolution that they would force their way through

the natives who might be hidden in the jungle, cross the brook, and

carry an attack over to the opposite bank. All the ivory that had been

purchased on the outward route and deposited in the land seemed to be

in peril of being lost, and it was the conviction of the Nubians that

their only chance now of recovering their property was by capturing

some of the native women, who would have to be redeemed. Things seemed

to promise favourably for the undertaking. The soil was suitable, the

network of brooks and trenches interspersed with grass plots opened

certain facilities for encompassing an adversary, and if the Nubians

had acted with greater determination they could hardly have failed in

securing the desired hostages, but the passage across the woods on the

river-banks was their first difficulty. They had to contend at a great

disadvantage, for they could only squander their bullets uselessly or

at random among the trees; while the natives from their lurking-places

could do good and sure execution with their spears and arrows.

[Sidenote: ARROWS OF THE A-BANGA.]

I accompanied our party of assailants for some distance, and had a

better opportunity than had ever presented itself before of observing

the effect of the native arrows. The arrows that had wooden heads

I observed to have a range of at least 300 paces, and to fall with

scarcely a sound; such as had iron tips on the contrary came whizzing

through the air, but would not carry half the distance; these appeared

only to be used when the natives felt tolerably sure of their aim.

The A-Banga have a war-dress and equipments that would seem to be

entirely derived from the Monbuttoo: they dance and jump about behind

the bushes as if they were taking part in a pantomime, generally trying

to keep a crouching posture, and only rising to discharge their arrows.

The storm of arrows which they hurled against us as we advanced fell

like strays from a waggon-load of straw, and yet our enemy could not

be detected anywhere, excepting at intervals a form would be seen to

rush across as it changed its place of ambush. Just at the beginning

of the fray one of our side was struck by a wooden arrow in rather a

remarkable way; the point, which was some inches long and as hard as

iron, having caught the inner corner of his eye, remained sticking

close to the side of the lachrymal cavity; the fellow roared out

lustily, but he was found to have sustained no serious hurt. It was

said that a casualty of this kind was by no means unusual, because the

natives always aimed at the eye as the most vulnerable quarter; but as

the arrows are very light, and have to describe a curve before they can

reach their mark, I should presume their destination is altogether a

matter of chance.

On the border of the wood, close to the pathway as it emerged, some of

the more courageous of the natives made a stand and received our people

with gestures of defiance, brandishing their weapons, and tossing their

plumed heads. From the thickets beyond, the war-cries of those who were

less venturesome could be distinctly heard, and from the distance,

beyond again, resounded the clang of the kettledrums. One of the

savages sprang forward towards us, and holding up his shield denounced

us with a volley of maddened imprecations. A bullet quickly pierced

alike his shield and his breast, and he sank mute and senseless to

the earth. A second ventured forward, but only to succumb to the same

fate. Then the savages thought it was time to retreat, and accordingly

wheeling round they disappeared into the obscurity of the wood, where

the rustle of the foliage gave witness to a general flight. Now was the

opportunity to cross, of which the Nubians took advantage, but though

they reached the farmsteads without opposition they could only fire

into the air without an aim, as though they were greeting the new moon

after the fast of Ramadan.

For myself curiosity alone had led me on. I had no warlike ardour,

I had no feeling of vengeance against the natives, and consequently

I took no personal share in this mild skirmish, but those who were

present delighted afterwards in telling wonderful stories of the daring

prowess I had displayed in penetrating the enemy’s ranks. Such reports

often follow a traveller’s reputation for years, and whoever repeats

them is pretty sure to append some marvel of his own fancy. “_When fame

paints a serpent, she attaches feet to its body._”

[Illustration: MOHAMMED DEFIES HIS ENEMIES.]

The savages had no idea of the velocity of a bullet; they invariably

ducked their heads as often as they could hear a ball whistling in the

air; and it was a very ludicrous spectacle when hundreds of black

heads that had been peeping from behind the trees would simultaneously

disappear.

[Sidenote: A CHALLENGE.]

By sundown the whole region about us was clear of the enemy, and

as darkness came on the bearers returned within the shelter of our

abattis, laden richly with spoils that they had secured in the adjacent

villages. Sentries and watch-fires were established, and the night was

passed in a stillness that was rarely broken by a stray and distant

shot. With the exception of a few Bongo-bearers who, yielding to their

marauding propensities, had pushed too far into the hamlets, we had

suffered no loss. Two of the Nubians, however, had received severe

lance-wounds, and had to be carried back to the camp on litters.

It was currently reported among the natives that Mohammed was mortally

wounded. Encouraged by the accession of fresh contingents during

the night, they once again made the woods re-echo with their savage

war-cries, amidst which could be heard the vilest and most abusive

Arabic invectives that they seemed to have learnt for the mere purpose

of vituperating their enemies. Mbahly’s death, however, was the burden

of their chorus. “Mbahly! Mbahly! Give us Mbahly. We want meat.”

Mohammed would not submit to these taunts. In spite of his weakness he

insisted upon showing himself. With his wound firmly bandaged, he was

conveyed beyond the camp to a white ant-hill, from whence he could be

seen far around. For nearly a quarter of an hour he stood upon this

elevation swinging his scimitar, and shouting with the full strength

of his voice, “Here I am, Mbahly is not dead yet.” He then challenged

them to come with a hundred lances if they dare, and retorted upon them

in jeering scorn their cry of, “Pushyo! pushyo!” (meat, meat), always

using the Niam-niam dialect, in which he was tolerably fluent.[51]

Mohammed was at once to be recognised by his Monbuttoo straw hat,

with its bright-red feathers. Although all his compatriots would have

considered it a degradation to adopt a savage costume, he always

delighted, in these expeditions, to dress himself like a native

chieftain. In order to give the natives a still further demonstration

of his safety, in the course of the afternoon he made his nephew array

himself in his own state attire, his flowing rokko-coat, and his

stately plumes, and sent him to conduct a sally towards the north. This

party, however, returned without coming to any engagement.

I spent the whole day in my own tent preparing the ammunition which

I supposed would be requisite for my people if the state of warfare

should last. Deer-shot, with some of a heavier description, I

considered would be of the greatest service in the hands of unskilful

marksmen. I had another occupation, which made me feel like a very

Nemesis. I manipulated the heads of the A-Banga men which I had so

recently appropriated. Probably with their own eyes these heads had

watched the stewing of other human heads, but now they had to simmer on

in my caldron. Although I was quite aware that the Nubians reckoned the

bones of all heathens and unbelievers as entitled to no more respect

than the bones of brute beasts, yet for decency’s sake I preferred

performing the operation in the seclusion of my tent. Notwithstanding

that my dogs had not had any animal food for several days, they could

not be induced to eat a morsel of the boiled human flesh.

[Sidenote: PURSUING THE FUGITIVES.]

Just as it was growing dark we were startled, if not alarmed, by the

appearance of a great troop of natives. The attack was not made, as

hitherto, from the dense dark woods at our feet, but proceeded from

our old path upon the south. Only the foremost ranks were visible, the

rear being hidden by the high grass and bushes; but the wild cries,

like the howling of a coming storm, testified to the overwhelming

numbers of the aggressors. Half of our armed force issued from the camp

in a compact line, and fired a volley straight upon the nearest of

the assailants, five of whom were seen to fall dead upon the ground.

The altered tone of the war-cry proved that many more were wounded,

and as all the guns were loaded with a good handful of heavy shot

this was sure to be the case; but this time the conflict came to such

close quarters that two more of our men were severely wounded by the

native lances. As soon as the attack was thus diverted, and the front

ranks of the enemy began to retreat, the negroes of our caravan, who

had been placed in reserve immediately behind the soldiers, started

off at full speed in pursuit of the fugitives, and their lances made

far greater havoc than all the bullets of the Nubians. Before leaving

Munza’s residence our bearers had all been provided with new weapons,

and thus our little negro band was able to hold its own against greatly

preponderating numbers of the enemy, who, I should imagine, were at

least 10,000 strong.

The weight and diversity of the weapons of the A-Banga, added to the

inconvenience of their costume, necessarily prevented them from making

a rapid flight; they were consequently obliged to keep throwing off

one impediment after another until the ground was strewn with shields,

lances, clothes, and sometimes with their false chignons, ornaments and

all. When the negroes returned to camp, bringing in their spoil and

swinging the chignons on the points of their lances, they were greeted

alike with the glad shout of triumph and the loud ring of laughter.

It was near midnight when the pursuers came back. They had prosecuted

their chase to the frontier wilderness; they had found the villages all

deserted by their inhabitants, and had obtained such stores of plunder

that enough was accumulated to keep our whole caravan for a month.

This had been the most energetic attack that the enemy had yet

attempted; it was made exclusively by the A-Banga, no Niam-niam having

as yet appeared upon the scene. The arrival of Wando, with all his

force, was expected the next day.

Early, therefore, on the following morning half of our little armament

was sent forward to the north, not merely to anticipate any movement

on Wando’s part, but, if possible, to accomplish the object of

obtaining some women as hostages, who might be exchanged for the still

undiscovered ivory. Mohammed was annoyed at the previous failures to

secure any women, knowing by experience that hardly any ransom is

accounted too large by the Niam-niam for the recovery of their wives.

About two hours after the departure of our soldiers a singular sight

arrested our attention. Marching along in single file upon the top of

the opposite slope, which was separated from our camp by the woody

depression and the brook, we saw a lengthened train of armed natives,

who by their large quadrangular shields gleaming in the sun could be at

once recognised as A-Banga. The procession seemed unending; it occupied

fully three hours in passing, and at the lowest computation must

have consisted of 10,000 or 12,000 men. It was at first the general

impression that the chieftain had arrived with the main body of his

troops. It was conjectured that he intended to make a circuit to the

west, and, having crossed the brook, to attack us at nightfall from

the same quarter as our assailants of the previous day. But our fears

were not realised, and we remained utterly unable to reconcile the

manœuvres we had witnessed with the absence of Wando, which was still

a mystery to us, as he might have been joined by all his allies in

the course of a single day. Everything, however, was made clear to us

when our soldiers returned at night from their plundering expeditions.

They told us that on arriving in the morning at the hamlets they had

found the fighting force of the A-Banga all drawn up, evidently waiting

in anxious suspense for the assistance of Wando, but that on their

approach this large body of men immediately vacated their post. Thus

the long train that had caused us so much bewilderment was simply the

10,000 natives retreating at the advance of a detachment of forty or

fifty of our soldiers.

[Sidenote: WANDO’S RETREAT.]

Upon the gradual slope on which our camp-enclosure was situated, the

white ant-hills, that often rise to an altitude of ten feet, were

the only eminences whence any extended view could be obtained across

the long grass of the steppe. These were nearly always occupied by

the natives, who mounted them for the purpose of getting a better

vantage-ground for shouting their menaces and invective insults, but

occasionally they answered another end: they served to allow the

outposts of the contending parties to hold communication with each

other. Amongst Mohammed’s trained soldiers he had no less than forty

Niam-niam, who were very devoted to him. These would appear to have

held some correspondence with the enemy, and from them we learnt that

the A-Banga were greatly irritated at the conduct of Wando, who, after

urging them to attack us, had left them in the lurch. They complained

that all they had got from their acquiescence in his wish was that

the “Turks” had killed their fellow-comrades and laid waste their

land. Wando himself, they said, had had an unpropitious augury at the

beginning of the fray, and, intimidated at the prospect, had abandoned

his scheme; he had withdrawn to the recesses of the forest, and, in

spite of the remonstrances of the A-Banga, he now refused to render

them any aid.

The little wooden bench, the “boroo,” which I have already described,

was also consulted in our own camp. My two Niam-niam, who were no great

heroes, although they had an almost unlimited confidence in Wando’s

power, had a still more unbounded reliance upon the answers of their

wooden oracle. The test had been very unfavourable for one of them,

but I was told that it had promised a safe escape for myself, a

circumstance that once again confirmed my people in their opinion of

my unchangeable good luck. The A-Banga did indeed make an exception

in my favour when they shouted their defiance from the ant-hills; the

Turks, they vowed, should perish, but the white man might go scot-free,

because it was the first time of his coming to their land. The

quietness and retirement of my daily occupation, my interested delight

in studying the peculiarities of those I saw, and perhaps, too, my

reputation of being a harmless “leaf-eater,” all seem to have conspired

to gain me a general good-will.

Little Tikkitikki was perfectly unmoved by all the proceedings;

he showed no sign of fear; he skipped about and played with the

war-trophies; but chiefly he stuffed himself with sesame-pap, of which

there was a lavish abundance at his disposal.

On the fourth morning the enemy had entirely vanished; the inhabitants,

too, had all utterly gone. Throughout the period of warfare, the

Nubians, neither in courage nor in endurance, had come out particularly

strong. The main burden of the contest had fallen upon the “Farookh.”

As a matter of fact, however, the Nubian regulars and the black Farookh

are equally indispensable to every commander of an expedition. The

native soldiers may be the better shots, and they have the advantage

of knowing the country more thoroughly and of being accustomed to the

climate; moreover, on rainy days (when the Nubians would sit shivering

in their huts) they will wrap their guns in their girdles and with the

greatest alacrity go perfectly naked over wood and steppe to repel

an advancing foe; but, at the same time, there is always the risk

of their decamping at a moment’s provocation,—a dilemma into which

a commander would not be led by the Nubians, who would be afraid of

deserting at such a distance from Khartoom. The Nubians, however, are

much more often ailing; they are never perfectly tractable, having an

unconquerable aversion to all restraint; they never showed themselves

as remarkably valiant in our conflicts with the savages, and were in

continual apprehension of being devoured. It was not so much death in

itself of which they were afraid, as of being deprived of the rites

of burial, which are prescribed in the Koran as indispensable for

obtaining the palm of Paradise. The lack of a grave is abhorrent to

the notions of every Mussulman, but the idea of being destined for the

unclean stomach of a cannibal was intolerable.

Mohammed, encouraged by the favourable progress of his wound, now

expressed his desire to quit our present quarters. I endeavoured to

dissuade him from his purpose, and represented to him that, although

the wound had closed without any suppuration, any exertion would have

a tendency to open it afresh; but he persisted in his purpose, and

determined upon being carried in a litter across the hostile territory.

In consequence of the journey the complete healing was thrown back for

a fortnight; but altogether I congratulated myself that my amateur

surgery, which had hitherto been practised mainly on horses and mules,

had proved so satisfactory.

[Sidenote: AGAIN IN MOTION.]

By sunrise on the fifth morning after arriving at this inhospitable

spot, our caravan was again in motion. The camp was burnt, and great

heaps of corn, sesame, kindy, earthnuts, and other provisions, were

scattered about, and as a matter of necessity left behind upon the

ground, much to the chagrin of the bearers, who had once again to face

the deprivations of the wilderness.

It was not without some confusion that we crossed the Assika. The way

before us seemed clear of enemies, and our crowd moved fearlessly on

amongst the thickets. The white ant-hills on the outskirts of the

forest continued to afford admirable stations for reconnoitring, and

for enabling the advanced party to announce that all was safe.

Quitting again our previous line of march, we continued our journey

towards the north, and crossed three more brooks, each of them

conducting us to a fresh grass plain. Once, just as we approached

the edge of a gallery, we were assailed by a shower of arrows, but

the volley of bullets that we sent in reply very quickly deterred

the invisible foe from any further attack. No doubt the enemy were

close enough upon us to make certain of their mark, as the number of

iron-headed arrows was usually large; yet they did not succeed in

inflicting a single serious wound. It happened fortunately that the

bearers, who were more especially exposed to the arrows, were thrown

into no disorder; they had had the careful protection of the Farookh,

who had made a fresh path for themselves through the wood, on either

side of the beaten track.

After passing the last of the three brooks which I have just mentioned,

we came to a cultivated district, and as it was near midday we made a

short halt beside the hamlets. The Bongo had now free scope for their

destructive propensities; they proceeded to cut down the standing maize

to their hearts’ content; they not only plundered all within their

reach, but laid waste the land in every direction. All the world over,

war is ever war.

In ransacking the huts the plundering parties had had the luck to

discover some of the missing ivory. A number of valuable tusks were

recognized as being those which had been purchased from Wando, by means

of some incisions that Mohammed had made upon them; the magazines in

which they were concealed being revealed by the cackling of a lot of

hens down amongst some unthrashed eleusine. When the hens were found a

quantity of eggs was found with them, and I was in consequence treated

to a very choice breakfast. Eggs are very rare throughout the district,

the Niam-niam hens being as niggardly with them as the Dinka cows are

with their milk.

At noon the sun became overcast, and the whole sky veiled in a

grey vapour that reminded one of a late autumn day in the north. A

phenomenon then ensued which is by no means uncommon in these regions;

the disk of the sun turned quite red, and was seen to be encircled by

two distinct concentric halos, which in rings of shadowy brown embraced

at least a third of the firmament above.

[Sidenote: CAPTURE OF WOMEN.]

Turning to the E.S.E. we kept now to the right of the depression of

the brook, passing numerous groups of huts upon our way. Isolated

dome-palms (_Hyphæne thebaica_), rare in the Niam-niam lands, reared

themselves at intervals like landmarks on the route. Farther on we

crossed the Diamvonoo, which flowed through a ravine precipitous and

obscure, and subsequently, leaving the old road to the west, we had

to ford a succession of gallery-brooks. We had already made our way

through four of these, when on approaching to the fifth we caught

sight of a number of natives who, surprised at our appearance, slunk

away from their huts, and tried, like beasts of prey, to find a safe

lurking-place in the adjacent thickets. The capture was effected here

of two Niam-niam women. They were bringing water from the brook, and

being espied by the advanced guard were soon secured and conducted

to the caravan, where, after the failure of the previous days, their

arrival was hailed with a shout of glee. The women themselves were

perfectly composed, and apparently quite indifferent, making themselves

at once thoroughly at home with such of their country-women as they

found already in our train.

It was later than usual before we halted for the night, and our men

were more than ordinarily fatigued. In consequence of this our camp

was pitched with haste and carelessness. The weather turned out cold

and very rainy; the ground became so soft and soddened that it would

afford no hold for the tent-pegs; and so all prospect of rest had to be

abandoned. Every moment the pole that upheld the frail shelter above

me threatened to give way. I held tightly on, and shouted through the

commotion of the storm for my servants to make haste, and they only

came in time to save me from a thorough drenching. This scene had to be

repeated more than once.

It was touching, through the moaning of the wind, to catch the

lamentations of the Niam-niam men bewailing the loss of their captured

wives; cannibals though they were, they were evidently capable of

true conjugal affection. The Nubians remained quite unaffected by any

of their cries, and never for a moment swerved from their purpose of

recovering the ivory before they surrendered the women.

Anxious next day to continue our course to the east we had to cross

so many streams that they seemed to make a labyrinth of waters. The

windings of the interlacing brooks and the network of entangled

streams apparently corresponded almost precisely with what Livingstone

describes as the hydrographical character of the country on the west

of Lake Tanganyika, and which he has compared to frosted window panes

in winter. This great explorer (who has been over at least a third

of the vast continent of Africa) noticed a similar source-territory

through which flowed the Lualaba,[52] at that time quite an enigmatical

stream. Its course, indeed, was towards the north, but Livingstone was

manifestly in error when he took it for a true source of the Nile; a

supposition that might have some semblance of foundation, originating

in the inexplicable volume of the water of Lake Mwootan (Albert

Nyanza), but which was negatived completely as soon as more ample

investigation had been made as to the comparative level, direction, and

connection of other rivers, especially of the Welle.

We now found ourselves in a locality with which our own Niam-niam

were by no means acquainted, and there was no facility for getting

any proper guides; just, therefore, as might be expected, we missed

our way, and proceeded (without knowing whither we should come)

for a couple of leagues along a splendid gallery, where numbers of

silver-white colobus-apes were merrily taking their pleasure.

[Sidenote: LOSING THE WAY.]

I had my suspicions that we were going wrong, and by referring to

my journal in which I had entered the details of our former route,

I ascertained that we were now taking the same direction as we

had followed then. Further inquiry soon convinced us that we were

proceeding straight towards the spot where we had last met Wando,

and that in fact we were not distant more than three miles from his

residence. We were quite aware that he was not just then at his

Mbanga, but still there was no doubt that if we would ensure reaching

Mohammed’s Seriba unmolested, it would be politic to make a wider

circuit round the hostile district, and accordingly, without delay, we

retraced our steps for a considerable distance.

On the confines of the gallery, the land had just been cleared for a

crop of sweet-potatoes, and a number of women was occupied in the work.

They had a lot of dogs scampering about, and the sight of these caused

quite an excitement amongst our Mittoo-bearers, who darted at them with

their spears, and slaughtered them in the most remorseless fashion.

Pitiable and heartrending in the extreme it was to see the poor brutes

writhing upon the lances. I must confess to have felt more sympathy

for the dogs in this country than for all the men. Perchance some one

is inclined to reprobate such a sentiment; but I think I could show

him a picture where his own best sympathies would hardly be with his

fellow-creatures. I could paint for him the spectacle, as it has been

seen on a Sunday morning in some thriving town, when all the residents

are sallying out in their best attire, and in mournful contrast a

string of poor ill-clad, dejected emigrants passes by. What is it then,

I would ask, that gives the deepest, truest pathos to the scene? It is

not the sight of the human wretchedness, which probably is the penalty

of indolence or crime, but rather it is more than all the sight of the

faithful dog that has followed its master through weal and woe, never

quitting his side, and taking its share in all the vicissitudes of his

lot.

We had now turned due east along a road that led us across the Dyagbe,

the brook that ran past Wando’s residence; and, after marching for

three hours over a desert steppe, we finally encamped upon the left

bank of a large gallery-wood, where the vegetation was so luxuriant,

that, forgetting all my fatigue, I botanised until night stopped my

further researches. Game was abundant, and we had a savoury supper of

roast antelope.

The next morning was wet and gloomy. In forcing our way through the

dripping thickets, in order to reach the river, we got thoroughly

drenched to the skin. We had also to endure incessant torture from the

barbs of the calamus (the generic name of the rotang), which like so

many little pike-hooks insinuated themselves through our clothes to our

flesh: attached to the twigs and universally diffused among the bushes,

they were a perpetual irritation for the traveller. After we had

accomplished this irritating passage, we proceeded northwards, crossed

two more brooks of a similar character, and arrived at a cultivated and

populous district on the banks of the Mbrwole.

The Farookh, who had been sent on for a league in advance, had

effectually scoured the district, and had been rewarded by the capture

of a young lady of rank: she had been taken by surprise, and in the

wonted manner of the country endeavoured to save herself by taking

refuge in the forest, but she was tracked like a deer, and captured

after a short chase. She was attired in a magnificent apron of skins,

and was elaborately as well as fantastically adorned with strings of

teeth; and to judge from the numerous trophies of the chase with which

she was decorated, she might be suspected of having a mighty Nimrod

amongst her circle of admirers. Full-grown men are never seized on

these occasions, and that for two reasons; in the first place because

considering capture as identical with death, they defend themselves

with the fury of desperation; and secondly, because they are of no

value as slaves. In these expeditions, it is an understood thing that

the sheyba, or yoke, is never employed to fetter strong men; it would

be far too much trouble to look after them and to drive them along when

all one’s energies are required for the protection of the baggage.

[Sidenote: THE MBRWOLE.]

The Mbrwole, which, ten miles lower down, after receiving a number of

rivulets from the south, becomes a considerable stream, had here the

appearance of being nothing more than an ordinary gallery-brook; and if

I had not heard the name from the Niam-niam, who are always accurate

in the nomenclature of their waters, I should have never imagined

that it was the main stream. The Bahr-el-Wando, as it is called by

the Khartoomers, flowed due west; and though doubtless it was fed by

various minor brooks, it was here little more than a ditch of a few

feet in breadth; yet the entire depression, clothed with its woody

heights, was scarcely less than 1500 paces broad.

The abject terror which the Niam-niam men displayed, lest they should

be devoured, formed a very remarkable contrast to the quiet composure

of the young woman who had just been captured, and who, without any

sign of fear, entered into conversation and was ready to furnish us

with whatever geographical information she could. Her calm demeanour

led me to the conclusion that the Niam-niam forego eating their female

prisoners of war, for the advantage of reserving them as slaves.

Under the guidance of our captive, we crossed the Mbrwole, and taking

possession of the huts on the opposite bank, we found ourselves

towards midday well installed in a comfortable camp.

The proximity of our position here to the thickets made a nocturnal

attack more than probable. I resolved, therefore, to pitch my own

tent in the middle of the huts and to keep a lamp burning throughout

the night. The tent consequently became (as it was in a measure

transparent) a great lantern in the darkness and formed a target for

the aim of the missiles from the woods, a number of arrows being found

on the following morning sticking in the top; these I have preserved

as memorials of our bivouac on the Mbrwole. All night long the natives

were skirmishing with our outposts, thus necessitating a continual fire

in reply; but although I slept alone in my tent, the experience of

the last few days had so accustomed me to the perpetual shots that my

night’s rest was perfectly undisturbed. I was well aware that before

the enemy could get to my position in the centre of the camp, they must

alarm the groups of bearers who were crouching round their fires, and

must afterwards penetrate the quarters of the soldiers and of my own

servants.

To get into the right road we had again to cross the Mbrwole.

Another two leagues to the west along the left bank, and the river

was recrossed once more. Over cultivated tracts of rising ground we

proceeded to the north and came to some extensive flats of gneiss,

the first we observed in the course of our return. This gneiss, being

on the hither side of the river, and to the east of the furrowed

soil which we noticed on our outward way between the Mbrwole and the

Lindukoo, acquired an increased significance as apparently belonging to

the line of elevation that traverses the watershed of the Nile.

[Sidenote: THE LINDUKOO.]

Leaving this interesting locality, we made a palpable descent, and

had next to pass over the meadow-waters that, flowing in a northerly

direction, formed affluents of the Lindukoo. No regular path conducted

to the farther side; pell-mell the caravan plunged into the long

grass and clumps of Phrynia that made a half-floating surface to the

swampy depths. Experience makes a traveller wary in getting across

these marshy spots; he learns by practice how to avoid a ducking; he

gets the knack of kicking down a clump of weeds without lifting his

feet, and can tell to a nicety whether it will bear his weight; by

caution such as this he surmounts the difficulty of “the lacustrine

streams.” After passing the last of these, we made our next encampment

near some Niam-niam hamlets, which, in this direction, were the last

before we should arrive at Aboo Sammat’s territory. Our arrival here

was unexpected, yet before the bulk of the caravan had come up the

inhabitants had all made off, so that we found the place entirely

deserted. Although the late outbreak of hostilities had put the whole

district upon the alert, there were various things to prevent the foe

from reckoning with any certainty upon our movements; unevenness of

soil, extent of wilderness, prospect of supplies, all influenced our

plans, which might be changed at any hour; and thus it happened that in

spite of all the spies that might be set to watch us, the adversary was

never safe from being taken by surprise.

Ten leagues still remained between our present quarters and Aboo

Sammat’s hospitable Seriba, which it was our wish to reach by the

shortest route.

An early hour of the following day found us at the Lindukoo, that

branch of the Yubbo, which I have already described as the last

tributary of the Nile system, and which is distinguishable from the

other rivers of the district by the eastward flow of its waters. It

was here considerably enlarged by receiving the meadow waters from the

watershed. Bounded by banks some 20 feet in height, it meandered along

a deep bed that was 30 feet in breadth, through low-lying steppes,

which at no great distance were replaced by woods.

The bank-forests that give the flora of the southern Niam-niam lands

its singular resemblance to the West African type of vegetation here

came to an end. In arriving at the gneiss-hills, we had entered upon

the limits of the dense bush-forest which covers Mohammed’s entire

territory, an area of nearly 500 square miles. Whilst, in the region

of the gallery-forests, all the trees and bushes are confined to

the river-banks, the intermediate spaces being occupied by uniform

grass-plains, _here_, on the contrary, in the region of continuous

woods all watercourses of every kind, whether they are rivers or

mere brooks are (just as in Bongoland) bounded by low open plains,

which extend, without being wooded at all, to the very shores. The

hydrographical system is better developed, and imparts a well-defined

aspect to the scenery, the strips of open grassy steppe along the

margins of the watercourses winding like streams of verdure through the

dense masses of the foliage.

I swam across the narrow though copious river, while the bearers

conveyed the baggage over along the trunks of trees that were thrown

from side to side. Turning to the north-east we passed over two more

meadow-waters and reached the Yubbo, which was now 50 feet wide, and

too deep to wade; as no trees could be found of a length sufficient to

serve as bridges, some grass rafts had to be extemporised.

We were now once more in our former route. Another half league brought

us to the Uzze, of which, at this season, the stream was so extremely

sluggish that by my usual test of a gourd-flask tied to a string I

could detect no apparent current at all. The river we found was 5 feet

deep and 25 feet wide.

The herds of buffaloes which we had noticed two months before seemed

never to have changed their quarters. A chase was started while the

sun still gave us light, and before night closed in the carcases of

two powerful brutes were seething in caldrons that had long been

empty. Early on the 1st of May we were joined by some Niam-niam who,

were under Mohammed’s jurisdiction, and who, having been stationed as

outposts on the borders of the hostile territory, had been attracted

into the frontier forest by the shots of the previous evening.

[Sidenote: THE BANKS OF THE NABAMBISSO.]

The last stage of our march before reaching the Seriba was soon

accomplished. The road led through a charming park-like wood, through

which, by subterranean channels, the meadow-waters of the Yabo and

Yabongo rolled off their verdure-hidden streams. In this latitude (4°

5’ N.), the rain had had very little effect upon the lesser rivulets

of the district, and the only signs of the advancing season were to be

found in the increased variety of newly-sprouting plants and flowers.

We had a general rendezvous two leagues west of the Seriba, on the

spot where we had made our first bivouac when we were starting to the

south. It was here that Mohammed was desirous of erecting a new Seriba,

as the buildings of the old one were becoming somewhat ruined, and

this appeared a better site for defending himself against aggressors.

Besides Wando on the south, he had another enemy on the west, viz.

Wando’s brother Mbeeoh, who, as an independent chieftain, ruled the

district on the lower Yubbo, before its union with the Sway; and the

combined attacks of these two placed his possessions at times in

considerable jeopardy. To escape this difficulty Mohammed now resolved

to undertake a campaign against Mbeeoh first, and, as soon as this was

accomplished, to proceed with his measures of reprisal against Wando.

Until the enterprise against Mbeeoh was over, I was left to take up my

abode with the invalided soldiers, and my own little retinue upon the

banks of the Nabambisso.

FOOTNOTES:

[43] It may be objected that this theory does not hold

good for many parts of Central Africa. Barth (vol.

iii., p. 266) gives twelve instances to prove that

all the tribes of the Central Soudan have no other

distinctions for any of their streams beyond the

general terms of “water” or river. But I must be

permitted to urge that the Arabs of the Eastern Soudan

have their Atbara, Sobat, &c. At any rate, the people

amongst whom I travelled, especially the Niam-niam

and the Monbuttoo, formed remarkable exceptions, for

they invariably gave all localities the names of the

adjacent rivers or brooks.

[44] The accompanying drawing, taken on the spot, will

convey a correct idea of the scene.

[45] In many Central African dialects, such as the Baghirmy

and Bongo, the monosyllable “ba” means “river.”

[46] Referring to the Soudan Arabic word “to-day,” which is

literally “in the night.”

[47] Drombeta.

[48] Tamboor.

[49] _Vide_ ‘Speke’s Journal,’ p. 90.

[50] The annexed woodcut is too minute to represent

the details, but it may give some idea of the

plantain-groves in the obscurity of these forests.

The cumbrous stems are thickly overgrown with wild

pepper, and the spreading branches are loaded with

long bead moss (_Usnea_), and with that remarkable

lichen to which I have given the name of elephant’s

ear: high among the boughs are the huge dwellings of

the tree-termes. Some stems, already decayed, serve as

supports for immense garlands of Mucuna, and, overhung

by impenetrable foliage, form roomy bowers where dull

obscurity reigns supreme. Such is the home of the

chimpanzee.

[51] In the woodcut that depicts this scene, the background

gives a representation of the splendid forest scenery

that marked the spot.

[52] In one of his letters, Livingstone describes the

Lualaba as “a lacustrine river.”