_Journey from Kemmoo to Funingkedy. — Some Account of the Lotus. —
A Youth murdered by the Moors — interesting Scene at his Death. —
Author passes through Simbing. — Some Particulars concerning Major
Houghton. — Author reaches Jarra — Situation of the surrounding
States at the Period of his Arrival there, and a brief Account of
the War between Kaarta and Bambarra._
On the evening of the day of our departure from Kemmoo, (the
king’s eldest son and great part of the horsemen having returned)
we reached a village called Marina, where we slept. During the night
some thieves broke into the hut where I had deposited my baggage,
and having cut open one of my bundles, stole a quantity of beads,
part of my clothes, and some amber and gold, which happened to be
in one of the pockets. I complained to my protectors, but without
effect. The next day (Feb. 14,) was far advanced before we departed
from Marina, and we travelled slowly, on account of the excessive
heat, until four o’clock in the afternoon, when two Negroes were
observed sitting among some thorny bushes at a little distance from
the road. The king’s people, taking it for granted that they were
runaway slaves, cocked their muskets, and rode at full speed in
different directions through the bushes, in order to surround them,
and prevent their escaping. The Negroes, however, waited with great
composure until we came within bowshot of them, when each of them
took from his quiver a handful of arrows, and putting two between
his teeth and one in his bow, waved to us with his hand to keep at
a distance; upon which one of the king’s people called out to the
strangers to give some account of themselves. They said that “they
were natives of Toorda, a neighbouring village, and had come to that
place to gather _tomberongs_.” These are small farinaceous berries,
of a yellow colour and delicious taste, which I knew to be the fruit
of the _rhamnus lotus_ of Linnæus. The Negroes shewed us two large
baskets full, which they had collected in the course of the day. These
berries are much esteemed by the natives, who convert them into a sort
of bread, by exposing them for some days to the sun, and afterwards
pounding them gently in a wooden mortar, until the farinaceous part of
the berry is separated from the stone. This meal is then mixed with
a little water, and formed into cakes; which, when dried in the sun,
resemble in colour and flavour the sweetest gingerbread. The stones
are afterwards put into a vessel of water, and shaken about so as to
separate the meal which may still adhere to them: this communicates
a sweet and agreeable taste to the water, and with the addition of a
little pounded millet, forms a pleasant gruel called _fondi_, which
is the common breakfast in many parts of Ludamar, during the months
of February and March. The fruit is collected by spreading a cloth
upon the ground, and beating the branches with a stick.
The lotus is very common in all the kingdoms which I visited; but is
found in the greatest plenty on the sandy soil of Kaarta, Ludamar,
and the northern parts of Bambarra, where it is one of the most common
shrubs of the country. I had observed the same species at Gambia,
and had an opportunity to make a drawing of a branch in flower,
of which an engraving is given. The leaves of the desert shrub are,
however, much smaller; and more resembling, in that particular, those
represented in the engraving given by Desfontaines, in the Mémoires
de l’Académie Royale des Sciences, 1788, p. 443.
As this shrub is found in Tunis, and also in the Negro kingdoms,
and as it furnishes the natives of the latter with a food resembling
bread, and also with a sweet liquor, which is much relished by them,
there can be little doubt of its being the lotus mentioned by Pliny,
as the food of the Lybian Lotophagi. An army may very well have been
fed with the bread I have tasted, made of the meal of the fruit,
as is said by Pliny to have been done in Lybia; and as the taste of
the bread is sweet and agreeable, it is not likely that the soldiers
would complain of it.
We arrived in the evening at the village of Toorda; when all the rest
of the king’s people turned back except two, who remained with me
as guides to Jarra.
Feb. 15th. I departed from Toorda, and about two o’clock came to
a considerable town called Funingkedy. As we approached the town the
inhabitants were much alarmed; for, as one of my guides wore a turban,
they mistook us for some Moorish banditti. This misapprehension was
soon cleared up, and we were well received by a Gambia Slatee, who
resides at this town, and at whose house we lodged.
[Illustration: _Rhamnus Lotus._
_M. Park delt._
_Mc.Kenzie sculpt._
_Published as the Act directs, by George Nicol Pall Mall, January
1.1799._]
Feb. 16th. We were informed that a number of people would go from this
town to Jarra on the day following; and as the road was much infested
by the Moors, we resolved to stay and accompany the travellers. In
the meantime we were told, that a few days before our arrival, most of
the Bushreens and people of property in Funingkedy had gone to Jarra,
to consult about removing their families and effects to that town,
for fear of the approaching war; and that the Moors, in their absence,
had stolen some of their cattle.
About two o’clock, as I was lying asleep upon a bullock’s hide
behind the door of the hut, I was awakened by the screams of women,
and a general clamour and confusion among the inhabitants. At first
I suspected that the Bambarrans had actually entered the town;
but observing my boy upon the top of one of the huts, I called to
him to know what was the matter. He informed me that the Moors were
come a second time to steal the cattle, and that they were now close
to the town. I mounted the roof of the hut, and observed a large
herd of bullocks coming towards the town, followed by five Moors on
horseback, who drove the cattle forward with their muskets. When they
had reached the wells, which are close to the town, the Moors selected
from the herd sixteen of the finest beasts, and drove them off at full
gallop. During this transaction, the townspeople, to the number of five
hundred, stood collected close to the walls of the town; and when the
Moors drove the cattle away, though they passed within pistol-shot
of them, the inhabitants scarcely made a shew of resistance. I only
saw four muskets fired, which, being loaded with gunpowder of the
Negroes’ own manufacture, did no execution. Shortly after this I
observed a number of people supporting a young man upon horseback, and
conducting him slowly towards the town. This was one of the herdsmen,
who, attempting to throw his spear, had been wounded by a shot from one
of the Moors. His mother walked on before, quite frantic with grief,
clapping her hands, and enumerating the good qualities of her son. _Ee
maffo fonio_, (he never told a lie) said the disconsolate mother, as
her wounded son was carried in at the gate—_Ee maffo fonio abada_
(he never told a lie; no, never.) When they had conveyed him to his
hut, and laid him upon a mat, all the spectators joined in lamenting
his fate, by screaming and howling in the most piteous manner.
After their grief had subsided a little, I was desired to examine
the wound. I found that the ball had passed quite through his leg,
having fractured both bones a little below the knee: the poor boy
was faint from the loss of blood, and his situation withal so very
precarious, that I could not console his relations with any great hopes
of his recovery. However, to give him a possible chance, I observed
to them that it was necessary to cut off his leg above the knee;
this proposal made every one start with horror: they had never heard
of such a method of cure, and would by no means give their consent
to it; indeed they evidently considered me as a sort of cannibal
for proposing so cruel and unheard of an operation, which in their
opinion would be attended with more pain and danger than the wound
itself. The patient was therefore committed to the care of some old
Bushreens, who endeavoured to secure him a passage into Paradise,
by whispering in his ear some Arabic sentences, and desiring him
to repeat them. After many unsuccessful attempts, the poor Heathen
at last pronounced, _la illah el allah, Mahamet rasowl allahi_,[10]
and the disciples of the Prophet assured his mother that her son had
given sufficient evidence of his faith, and would be happy in a future
state. He died the same evening.
Feb. 17th. My guides informed me, that in order to avoid the Moorish
banditti, it was necessary to travel in the night; we accordingly
departed from Funingkedy in the afternoon, accompanied by about thirty
people, carrying their effects with them into Ludamar, for fear of the
war. We travelled with great silence and expedition until midnight,
when we stopped in a sort of inclosure, near a small village; but the
thermometer being so low as 68°, none of the Negroes could sleep on
account of the cold.
At daybreak on the 18th, we resumed our journey, and at eight o’clock
passed _Simbing_, the frontier village of Ludamar, situated in a narrow
pass between two rocky hills, and surrounded with a high wall. From
this village Major Houghton (being deserted by his Negro servants, who
refused to follow him into the Moorish country) wrote his last letter
with a pencil to Dr. Laidley. This brave but unfortunate man, having
surmounted many difficulties, had taken a northerly direction, and
endeavoured to pass through the kingdom of Ludamar, where I afterwards
learned the following particulars concerning his melancholy fate. On
his arrival at Jarra, he got acquainted with certain Moorish merchants
who were travelling to Tisheet (a place near the salt pits in the great
Desert, ten days’ journey to the northward) to purchase salt; and
the Major, at the expence of a musket and some tobacco, engaged them
to convey him thither. It is impossible to form any other opinion on
this determination, than that the Moors intentionally deceived him,
either with regard to the route that he wished to pursue, or the
state of the intermediate country between Jarra and Tombuctoo. Their
intention probably was to rob and leave him in the Desert. At the end
of two days he suspected their treachery, and insisted on returning
to Jarra. Finding him persist in this determination, the Moors robbed
him of every thing he possessed, and went off with their camels;
the poor Major being thus deserted, returned on foot to a watering
place in possession of the Moors, called Tarra. He had been some
days without food, and the unfeeling Moors refusing to give him any,
he sunk at last under his distresses. Whether he actually perished
of hunger, or was murdered outright by the savage Mahomedans, is not
certainly known; his body was dragged into the woods, and I was shewn
at a distance, the spot where his remains were left to perish.
About four miles to the north of Simbing, we came to a small stream
of water, where we observed a number of wild horses: they were all
of one colour, and galloped away from us at an easy rate, frequently
stopping and looking back. The Negroes hunt them for food, and their
flesh is much esteemed.
About noon we arrived at Jarra, a large town situated at the bottom of
some rocky hills. But before I proceed to describe the place itself,
and relate the various occurrences which befel me there, it will not be
improper to give my readers a brief recital of the origin of the war
which induced me to take this route; an unfortunate determination,
the immediate cause of all the misfortunes and calamities which
afterward befel me. The recital which I propose to give in this place,
will prevent interruptions hereafter.
This war, which desolated Kaarta soon after I had left that kingdom,
and spread terror into many of the neighbouring states, arose in the
following manner. A few bullocks belonging to a frontier village of
Bambarra having been stolen by a party of Moors, were sold to the
Dooty, or chief man, of a town in Kaarta. The villagers claimed their
cattle, and being refused satisfaction, complained of the Dooty to
their sovereign, Mansong, King of Bambarra, who probably beheld with
an eye of jealousy the growing prosperity of Kaarta, and availed
himself of this incident to declare hostilities against that kingdom.
With this view he sent a messenger and a party of horsemen to Daisy
King of Kaarta, to inform him that the King of Bambarra, with nine
thousand men, would visit Kemmoo in the course of the dry season;
and to desire that he (Daisy) would direct his slaves to sweep the
houses, and have every thing ready for their accommodation. The
messenger concluded this insulting notification by presenting the
king with a pair of _iron sandals_; at the same time adding, that
“until such time as Daisy had worn out these sandals in his flight,
he should never be secure from the arrows of Bambarra.”
Daisy, having consulted with his chief men about the best means of
repelling so formidable an enemy, returned an answer of defiance, and
made a Bushreen write in Arabic, upon a piece of thin board, a sort
of proclamation, which was suspended to a tree in the public square;
and a number of aged men were sent to different places to explain it
to the common people. This proclamation called upon all the friends
of Daisy to join him immediately; but to such as had no arms, or were
afraid to enter into the war, permission was given to retire into
any of the neighbouring kingdoms; and it was added, that provided
they observed a strict neutrality, they should always be welcome to
return to their former habitations; if, however, they took any active
part against Kaarta, they had then “broken the key of their huts,
and could never afterwards enter the door.” Such was the expression.
This proclamation was very generally applauded: but many of the
Kaartans, and amongst others the powerful tribes of Jower and Kakaroo,
availing themselves of the indulgent clause, retired from Daisy’s
dominions, and took refuge in Ludamar and Kasson. By means of these
desertions, Daisy’s army was not so numerous as might have been
expected; and when I was at Kemmoo, the whole number of effective men,
according to report, did not exceed four thousand; but they were men
of spirit and enterprize, and could be depended on.
On the 22d of February (four days after my arrival at Jarra), Mansong,
with his army, advanced towards Kemmoo; and Daisy, without hazarding
a battle, retired to Joko, a town to the north-west of Kemmoo, where
he remained three days, and then took refuge in a strong town called
Gedingooma, situated in the hilly country, and surrounded with high
walls of stone. When Daisy departed from Joko, his sons refused to
follow him, alledging that “the singing-men would publish their
disgrace, as soon as it should be known that Daisy and his family had
fled from Joko without firing a gun.” They were therefore left behind
with a number of horsemen to defend Joko; but, after many skirmishes,
they were totally defeated, and one of Daisy’s sons taken prisoner;
the remainder fled to Gedingooma, which Daisy had stored with
provisions, and where he determined to make his final stand.
Mansong, finding that Daisy was determined to avoid a pitched battle,
placed a strong force at Joko to watch his motions, and separating the
remainder of his army into small detachments, ordered them to over-run
the country, and seize upon the inhabitants, before they had time to
escape. These orders were executed with such promptitude, that in a few
days the whole kingdom of Kaarta became a scene of desolation. Most
of the poor inhabitants of the different towns and villages, being
surprised in the night, fell an easy prey; and their corn, and every
thing which could be useful to Daisy, was burnt and destroyed. During
these transactions, Daisy was employed in fortifying Gedingooma:
this town is built in a narrow pass between two high hills, having
only two gates, one towards Kaarta, and the other towards Jaffnoo;
the gate towards Kaarta, was defended by Daisy in person; and that
towards Jaffnoo was committed to the charge of his sons. When the
army of Bambarra approached the town, they made some attempts to
storm it; but were always driven back with great loss; and Mansong,
finding Daisy more formidable than he expected, resolved to cut off
his supplies, and starve him into submission. He accordingly sent
all the prisoners he had taken, into Bambarra; and having collected
a considerable quantity of provisions, remained with his army two
whole months in the vicinity of Gedingooma, without doing any thing
decisive. During this time he was much harassed by sallies from the
besieged; and his stock of provisions being nearly exhausted, he
sent to Ali, the Moorish King of Ludamar, for two hundred horsemen,
to enable him to make an attack upon the north gate of the town,
and give the Bambarrans an opportunity of storming the place. Ali,
though he had made an agreement with Mansong at the commencement
of the war, to afford him assistance, now refused to fulfil his
engagement; which so enraged Mansong, that he marched part of his
army to Funingkedy, with a view to surprise the camp of Benowm;
but the Moors having received intelligence of his design, fled to
the northward; and Mansong, without attempting any thing farther,
returned to Sego. This happened while I was myself in captivity in
Ali’s camp, as will hereafter be seen.
As the King of Kaarta had now got quit of his most formidable
antagonist, it might have been hoped that peace would have been
restored to his dominions; but an extraordinary incident involved him,
immediately afterward, in hostilities with Kasson; the king of which
country dying about that time, the succession was disputed by his
two sons. The younger (Sambo Sego, my old acquaintance) prevailed;
and drove his brother from the country. He fled to Gedingooma; and
being pursued thither, Daisy, who had lived in constant friendship
with both the brothers, refused to deliver him up; at the same time
declaring that he would not support his claim, nor any way interfere in
the quarrel. Sambo Sego, elated with success, and proud of the homage
that was paid him as sovereign of Kasson, was much displeased with
Daisy’s conduct, and joined with some disaffected fugitive Kaartans
in a plundering expedition against him. Daisy, who little expected
such a visit, had sent a number of people to Joko, to plant corn, and
collect together such cattle as they might find straying in the woods,
in order to supply his army. All these people fell into the hands of
Sambo Sego, who carried them to Kooniakary, and afterwards sent them in
caravans, to be sold to the French at Fort Louis, on the river Senegal.
This attack was soon retaliated; for Daisy, who was now in distress
for want of provisions, thought he was justified in supplying himself
from the plunder of Kasson. He accordingly took with him eight hundred
of his best men, and marching secretly through the woods, surprised,
in the night, three large villages near Kooniakary, in which many of
his traitorous subjects, who were in Sambo’s expedition, had taken
up their residence; all these, and indeed all the able men that fell
into Daisy’s hands, were immediately put to death.
After this expedition, Daisy began to indulge the hopes of peace;
many of his discontented subjects had returned to their allegiance,
and were repairing the towns which had been desolated by the war;
the rainy season was approaching; and every thing wore a favourable
appearance, when he was suddenly attacked from a different quarter.
The Jowers, Kakaroos, and some other Kaartans, who had deserted from
him at the commencement of the war, and had shewn a decided preference
to Mansong and his army during the whole campaign, were now afraid
or ashamed to ask forgiveness of Daisy, and being very powerful in
themselves, joined together to make war upon him. They solicited the
Moors to assist them in their rebellion (as will appear hereafter)
and having collected a considerable army, they plundered a large
village belonging to Daisy, and carried off a number of prisoners.
Daisy immediately prepared to revenge this insult; but the Jowers,
and indeed almost all the Negro inhabitants of Ludamar, deserted
their towns and fled to the eastward; and the rainy season put an
end to the war of Kaarta, which had enriched a few individuals,
but destroyed the happiness of thousands.
Such was the state of affairs among the nations in the neighbourhood of
Jarra, soon after the period of my arrival there. I shall now proceed,
after giving some description of that place, with the detail of events
as they occurred.
[Footnote 10: There is but one god, and Mahomet is his Prophet.]