The Albert N'Yanza, Great Basin of the Nile by Samuel White Baker (love story novels in english .txt) 📕

that a combined attack was to be made upon them by the natives.

Upon this excuse, Miani’s men refused to proceed, and determined to turn

back to Gondokoro; thus ended his expedition. I regarded the tree that

marked the limit of his journey with much sympathy. I remembered how I

had formerly contended with similar difficulties, and how heartbreaking

it would have been to have returned, baffled by the misconduct of my own

people, when the determination of my heart urged me forward to the

south; thus I appreciated the disappointment that so enterprising a

traveller must have felt in sorrowfully cutting his name upon the tree,

and leaving it as a record of misfortune.

With a just tribute to the perseverance that had carried him farther

than any European traveller had penetrated before him, we continued our

route over a most beautiful park of verdant grass, diversified by

splendid tamarind trees, the dark foliage of which afforded harbour for

great numbers of the brilliant yellow-breasted pigeon. We shortly

ascended a rocky mountain by a stony and difficult pass, and upon

arrival at the summit, about 800 feet above the Nile, which lay in front

at about two miles’ distance, we halted to enjoy the magnificent view.

“Hurrah for the old Nile!” I exclaimed, as I revelled in the scene

before me: here it was, fresh from its great parent, the Albert lake, in

all the grandeur of Africa’s mightiest river. From our elevated point we

looked down upon a broad sheet of unbroken water, winding through marshy

ground, flowing from W.S.W. The actual breadth of clear water,

independent of the marsh and reedy banks, was about 400 yards, but, as

usual in the deep and flat portions of the White Nile, the great extent

of reeds growing in deep water rendered any estimate of the positive

width extremely vague. We could discern the course of this great river

for about twenty miles, and distinctly, trace the line of mountains on

the west bank that we had seen at about sixty miles’ distance when on

the route from Karuma to Shooa; the commencement of this chain we had

seen when at Magungo, forming the Koshi frontier of the Nile. The

country opposite to the point on which we now stood was Koshi, which,

forming the west bank of the Nile, extended the entire way to the Albert

lake. The country that we occupied was Madi, which extended as the east

bank of the Nile to the angle of the Victoria Nile (or Somerset river)

junction opposite Magungo. These two countries, Koshi and Madi, we had

seen from Magungo when we had viewed the exit of the Nile from the lake,

as though a tail-like continuation of the water, until lost in the

distance of the interminable valley of high reeds. Having, from Magungo,

in lat. 2 degrees l6 minutes, looked upon the course of the river far to

the north, and from the high pass, our present point, in lat. 3 degrees

34 min. N., we now comprised an extensive view of the river to the

south; the extremities of the limits of view from north and south would

almost meet, and leave a mere trifle of a few miles not actually

inspected.

Exactly opposite the summit of the pass from which we now scanned the

country, rose the precipitous mountain known as Gebel Kookoo, which rose

to a height of about 2,500 feet above the level of the Nile, and formed

the prominent feature of a chain which bordered the west bank of the

Nile with few breaks to the north, until within thirty miles of

Gondokoro. The pass upon which we stood was the southern extremity of a

range of high rocky hills that formed the east cliff of the Nile; thus

the broad and noble stream that arrived from the Albert lake in a sheet

of unbroken water received the Un-y-Ame river, and then suddenly entered

the pass between the two chains of hills,—Gebel Kookoo on the west,

and the ridge that we now occupied upon the east. The mouth of the

Un-y-Ame river was the limit of navigation from the Albert lake. As far

as the eye could reach to the southwest, the country was dead flat and

marshy throughout the course of the river; this appearance proving the

correctness of the information I had received from the natives of

Unyoro, and from Kamrasi himself, that the Nile was navigable for some

days’ journey from the Albert lake. Precisely the same information had

been given to Speke, and the river level at this point showed by his

thermometer so great a difference between that of Karuma, that he had

concluded the fall of 1,000 feet must exist between the foot of Karuma

Falls and the Albert lake; this, as already described, I proved to be

1,275 feet.

It would be impossible to describe the calm enjoyment of the scene from

this elevated pass, from which we confirmed the results of our own

labours and of Speke’s well-reflected suggestions. We were now on the

track by which he and Gant had returned; but I believe they had rounded

the foot of the hill that we had ascended; the two routes led to the

same point, as our course brought us at right angles with the Nile that

flowed beneath us. Descending the pass through a thorny jungle, we

arrived at the river, and turning suddenly to the north, we followed its

course for about a mile, and then bivouacked for the evening. The Nile,

having entered the valley between Gebel Kookoo and the western range,

was no longer the calm river that we had seen to the south: numerous

rocky islands blocked its course, and mud-banks covered with papyrus

rush so obstructed the stream that the river widened to about a

mile,–this width was composed of numerous channels, varying in breadth

between the obstructing rock and island. Upon one of the rush-covered

islands a herd of elephants was discovered, almost concealed by the

height of the vegetation. As they approached the edge of the water and

became exposed, I tried about twenty shots at them with the Fletcher

rifle, sighted to 600 yards, but in no instance could I either touch or

disturb them by the bullets;–this will afford some idea of the width

of the river, the island appearing to be in the middle of the stream.

A short distance below this spot, the Nile rapidly contracted, and at

length became a roaring torrent, passing through a narrow gorge between

perpendicular cliffs, with a tremendous current. In some places the

great river was pent up between rocks, which confined it to a width of

about 120 yards, through such channels the rush of water was terrific,

but to a casual observer approaching from the north, the volume of the

Nile would have been underrated, unless calculated by the velocity of

the stream.

From this point we followed the bank of the Nile over a difficult route,

down steep ravines and up precipitous crags, by a winding path along the

foot of the range of syenite hills that hemmed in the river on the west

bank. Several considerable waterfalls added to the grandeur of the pass,

through which for many miles the angry Nile chafed and roared like a

lion in its confined den.

At length we arrived at a steep descent, and dismounting from our oxen

after a walk of about a quarter of a mile over rough stones, we reached

the Asua river, about a quarter of a mile above its junction with the

Nile. The bed was rocky; but although the Atabbi had subscribed its

waters above the point where we now crossed, there was merely a trifling

stream occupying about a quarter of the river’s bed, with a current of

about two and a half miles an hour. Crossing this on foot, the water in

the deepest part reached to the middle of my thighs. The Asua river, as

already described at the time that I crossed it on the route from

Farajoke to Shooa, is a mountain torrent formidable during the rains;

quickly flooding and quickly emptying from its rapid inclination, it is

exhausted during the dry season.

The crossing of this river was a signal for extra precaution in the

arrangement of our march: we had entered the territory of the ever

hostile Bari tribe; we had been already warned that we could not pass to

Gondokoro without being attacked.

We slept on the road, about seven miles to the north of the Asua. On the

following morning we started. The route led over a fine country parallel

with the Nile, that still continued in a rockbound channel on the west

of the march. Throughout the route from the Un-y-Ame junction, the soil

had been wretchedly poor, a mass of rock and decomposed granite forming

a sand that quickly parched during the dry season. The level of the

country being about 200 feet above the Nile, deep gullies cut the route

at right angles, forming the natural drains to the river.

In these ravines grew dense thickets of bamboos. Having no native guide,

but trusting solely to the traders’ people, who had travelled frequently

by this route, we lost the path, and shortly became entangled amongst

the numerous ravines. At length we passed a village, around which were

assembled a number of natives. Having regained the route, we observed

the natives appearing in various directions, and as quickly disappearing

only to gather in our front in increased numbers. Their movements

exciting suspicion, in a country where every man was an enemy, our party

closed together;—we threw out an advance guard,—ten men on either

flank,—the porters, ammunition, and effects in the centre; while

about ten men brought up the rear. Before us lay two low rocky hills

covered with trees, high grass, and brushwood, in which I distinctly

observed the bright red forms of natives painted according to the custom

of the Bari tribe.

We were evidently in for a fight. The path lay in a gorge between the

low rocky hills in advance. My wife dismounted from her ox, and walked

at the head of our party with me, Saat following behind with the gun

that he usually carried, while the men drove several riding-oxen in the

centre. Hardly had we entered the pass, when—whizz went an arrow over

our heads. This was the signal for a repeated discharge. The natives ran

among the rocks with the agility of monkeys, and showed a considerable

amount of daring in standing within about eighty yards upon the ridge,

and taking steady shots at us with their poisoned arrows. The flanking

parties now opened fire, and what with the bad shooting of both the

escort and the native archers, no one was wounded on either side for the

first ten minutes. The rattle of musketry, and the wild appearance of

the naked vermilion-coloured savages, as they leapt along the craggy

ridge, twanging their bows at us with evil but ineffectual intent, was a

charming picture of African life and manners. Fortunately the branches

of numerous trees and intervening clumps of bamboo frustrated the good

intentions of the arrows, as they glanced from their aim; and although

some fell among our party, we were as yet unscathed. One of the enemy,

who was most probably a chief, distinguished himself in particular, by

advancing to within about fifty yards, and standing on a rock, he

deliberately shot five or six arrows, all of which missed their mark;

the men dodged them as they arrived in their uncertain flight: the speed

of the arrows was so inferior, owing to the stiffness of the bows, that

nothing was easier than to evade them. Any halt was unnecessary. We

continued our march through the gorge, the men keeping up