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they now took up their quarters, is called the Valley of the Shadow of Death: A bad omen for weak and wandering travellers as they were, surrounded by a multitude of dan. gers, and so far from home, that there seemed to be but one that could bring them thither. They trusted in Him, and He did deliver them.
Hor-Cacamoot is situated in a plain in the midft of a wood, fo much only of which has been cleared away as to make room for the miserable huts of which it confifts, and for the fmall spots of ground on which they fow mashilla, or maize, to furnish them with bread. Their other food consists en. tirely of the flesh of the elephant and rhinoceros, and chiefly of the former, for the trouble of hunting the elephant is not greater than chasing the rhinoceros, and the difference of gain is much superior. The elephant has a greater quantity of better flesh, while his large teeth are very valuable, and af. ford a ready price every where. The inhabitants being little acquainted with the use of fire-arms, the smaller game of the deer kind are not much molested, unless by the wild Shangalla, who make use of bows and arrows, so that these ani. mals are increased beyond imagination.
Ras el Feel confisted once of thirty-nine villages. All the Arabs of Atbara resorted to them with butter, honey, horses, gold, and many other commodities ; and the Shekh of Atbara, living upon the frontier of Sennaar, entertained a constant good correspondence with the Shekh of Ras el Feel, to whom he fent yearly a Dongola horse, two razors, and two dogs. The Shekh of Ras el Feel, in return, gave him a mule and a female Nave ; and the effect of this intercourse was, to keep all the intermediate Arabs in their duty. But since the expedition of Yafous II. against Sennaar, no peace has ever subfifted between the two states; on the contrary, all the Arabs that aslifted the king, and were defeated with him, pay tribute no longer to Sennaar, but live on the frontiers of Abyssinia, and are protected there.
On the 17th of March they set out from Hor-Cacambot on their journey to Teawa, the capital of the province of Atbara,
On the 18th, at half after fix in the morning, they continu. ed their journey through thick, and almost impenetrable woods, full of thorns; and in two hours came to the bed of a torreni, which, though in appearance dry, upon digging with their hands in the loose fand, they found great plenty of fresh water exceedingly well tafted, being sheltered by projecting rocks from the action of the fun. This is called Surf el Shekh. Here they filled their girbas, for there is very little good water to be found between this and Teawa. A girba is an ox's skin squared, and the edges fewed together very artificially by a double feam, which does not let out water, much resembling that upon the best English cricket-balss. An opening is left in the top of the girba, in the same manner a's the bung-hole of a casks Around this the skin is gathered to the size of a large handful, which, when the girba is full of water, is tied round with whip.cord. These girbas generally contain about fixty gallons each, and two of them are the load of a camel. They are then all besmeared on the outside with grease, as well to hinder the water from oozing through, as to prevent its being evaporated by the action of the sun upon the girba, which in fact happened to them twice, so as to put them in imminent danger of perishing with thirst.
Yasine had provided a camel and two girbas, as well as every other provision necessary for them, till they should arrive at Teawa. Surf el Shekh is the boundary of Ras el Feel, Here Mr. Bruce took an affectionate leave of his friend Yafine, who, with all his attendants shewed, at parting, that love and attachment they had constantly preserved to Mr. Bruce since their first acquaintance.
On the 20th, our travellers arrived at Imferha, and from thence were two hours in going to Rashid, for they were flying for their lives; the Simoon, or hot-wind, having struck them not long after they had set out from Imferla, and their little company, all but Mr. Bruce, fell sick with the quantity of poisonous vapour that they had imbibed. Our traveller supposes, that from Rashid to Imferha it is about five miles ; and though it is one of the most dangerous halting places between Ras el Feel and Sennaar, yet they were so enervated,
their stomachs so weak, and their head-achs so violent, that they could not pitch their tent, bùt' each wrapping himsel in his cloak resigned himself immediately to fleep under the cool fade of the large trees, invited by the pleafant breeze from the north, which seemed to be merely local, confined to this small grove, created probably by the vicinity of the water, and the agitation they had occasioned in it.
In this helpless state to which they were reduced, Mr Bruce alone continued not weakened by the Simoon, norr overcome by sleep. A Ganjar Arab, who drove an ass laden with salt, took this opportunity of stealing one of the mules, together with a lance and sheild belonging to one of Mr. Bruce's servants. The country was so woody, and he had to much the advantage of them in point of time, and they were in so weak and discouraged a ftate, that it was thought in vain to pursue him one ftep. So he got off with his booty, unless he was intercepted by some of those wild beasts, which he would find every where in his way, whether he returned to Ras el Feel, or the frontiers of Kaura, his own country.
Having refreshed themselves with a little ffeep, the next thing was to fill their girbas, or skins, with water. But be. fore they attempted this, Mr. Bruce thought to try an exper. iment of mixing about twenty drops of spirit of nitre in a horn of water about the size of an ordinary tumbler. This he found greatly refreshed him, though his head-ach ftill continued. It had a much better effect upon his servants, to whom he gave it ; for they all seemed immediately recovered, and their spirits much more so, from the reflection that they had with them a remedy they could trust to, if they Thould again be so unfortunate as to meet this poisonous wind or vapour.
On the 23d, which was the seventh day fince they had left Ras el Feel, they arrived at Teawa, the principal village and residence of the Shekh of Atbara, between three and four miles distant from the ruins of Garigana. The whole diftance, then, from Hor-Cacamoot, may be about fixty-five miles to Teawa, as near as Mr. Bruce then could compute.
The strength of Teawa was about 25 horse, of which about en were arnied with coats of mail. They had about a dozen of firelocks, very contemptible from the order in which they were kept, and fill more so from the hands that bore them. The rest of the inhabitants-might amount to twelve hundred men, naked, miserable, and despicable Arabs, like the rest of those that live in villages, who are much inferior in courage
to the Arabs that dwell in tents : weak as its state was, it was the seat of government, and as such, a certain degree of dreverence attended it. Such was the state of Teawa. Its econsequence was only to remain till the Daveina should reesolve to attack it, when its corn fields being burnt and def. kcroyed in a night by a multitude of horsemen, the bones of Hits inhabitants scattered upon the earth would be all its res ermains
We may judge of the dangerous situatian of Mr. Bruce at Teawa froni what passed between him and Fidele, the Shekh,
who was a man of a most infamous character. Mr. Bruce being sent for by the Shekh, he found him fitting in a spa
cious room, in an alcove, on a large broad fofa like a bed, be with India curtains gathered on each side into festoons. He bí -called to a black boy who attended him, in a very surly tone, et to bring him a pipe ; and, in much the same voice, said to Mr. 110 Bruce “ What! alone ?” Our traveller replied, “ Yes, what his are your commands with me ?" Mr. Bruce saw he either 1 was, or affected to be drunk, and which ever was the case, he
to knew it would lead to mischief; he therefore repented hearts dily of having come into the house alone.
After he had taken two whiffs of his pipe, and the save had left the room, “ Are you prepared ? (faid he) have you brought the needful along with you?" Mr. Bruce wished
to have occasion to join Soliman, his servant, and answered, et 6 My servants are at the outer door, and have the vomits you
wanted.” “ Dmn you and the vomit too, (said he with great passion) I want money, and not poison. Where are your piastres ?” “ I am a bad person (replied Mr. Bruce) to furnish you with either. I have neither money nor poison ; but I advise you to drink a little warm water to clear yourstomach, cool your head, and then lye down and compose
yourself! I will see you to-morrow morning." Mr. Bruce was going out.
“ Haikim, (faid he,) infidel, or devil, or whatever is your name, hearken to what I say. Consider where you are ; this is the room where Mek Baady, a king, was slain by the hand of my father : look at his blood, where it has stained the floor, which never could be washed out. I am informed you have 20,000 piastres in gold with you ; either give me 2000 before you go out of this chamber, or you shall die : I will put you to death with my own hand." Upon this he took up his sword, that was lying at the head of his sofa, and drawing it with a bravado, threw the scabbard into the middle of the room ; and, tucking the fleave of his shirt above his elbow like a butcher, said, " I wait your answer."
Mr. Bruce now stept one pace backwards, and held the little blunderbuss in his hand, without taking it off the belt. He said, in a firm tone of voice, “ This is my answer: I am not a man, as I told you before, to die like a beast by the hand of a drunkard ; on your life, I charge you, stir not from your sofa." He had no need to give this injuction; he heard the noise which the closing the joint in the stock of the blunderbuss made, and thought he had cocked it, and was inftantly to fire. He let his sword drop, and threw himself on his back on the sofa, crying, “ For God's sake, Haikim, I was but jesting.” At the same time, with all his might, he cried, 6 Brahim ! Mahomet! El coom! El coom.”_" If one of your servants approach me, (said Mr. Bruce) that instant I will blow you to pieces; not one of them fall enter this room till they bring in my servants with them; I have a number of them armed at your gate, who will break in the instant they hear me fire."
The women had come to the door, and Mr. Bruce's servants were admitted, each having a blunderbuss in his hand, and pistols at his girdle. They were now greatly an overmatch for the Shekh, who sat far back on the fofa, and pretended that all he had done was in joke ; in which his servants joined, and a very confused, desultory discourse followed, till the Turk, sherriffe Ismael, happened to observe the Shekh's scabbard of his sword thrown upon the floor, on which he fell into a violent fit of laughter. He endeavoured to make the