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The heart of a continent : vol.1 |
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the year. Shouldering our loads, we pushed our way through
the incessant bogs which now filled up the valley, and at night
put up in the huts. This was the hardest piece of work we had
done, for we covered from fifteen to twenty miles a day, and
that through ground where we frequently sank up to our knees
and never felt sure of our footing, and with a load on our
backs to make it still more wearisome. Added to this was
the further trial that we had to place ourselves on half-rations.
Ever since we had entered the forest we had found a difficulty
in obtaining supplies; flour was very scarce, so that we had
to live principally upon millet porridge, and meat was not
forthcoming as often as we should have liked after our hard
work. But now, as we approached the mountain, supplies
became scarcer still, and after we had left the mules, and
consequently while we were doing our hardest work, we were
on fare which made me at least so ravenous that I more than
once went round to the hunters' cooking-pot and scraped out
all I could from the inside after they had finished their meal.
On three separate occasions I remember James, Fulford, and
myself all sitting down to dine off one partridge between us;
this, with a little palatable soup and a scone was all we had
after our trying march.
We had, however, the satisfaction of knowing that we now
really were approaching the mysterious White Mountain. As
we climbed higher the forest began to open out, and on the
fourth day after leaving the mules we found ourselves at its
base, and saw it rising up above the forest. It was with a sigh
of infinite relief that we looked upon it, but I cannot say that,
here in its solid reality, it inspired us with awe commensurate
with the mystery which had been attached to it. It certainly
rose high above all the surrounding forest-clad hills, and per-
haps in the British Isles would pass muster as a mountain;
but it was not the snow-clad monarch we had expected to see,
and it afterwards proved to be but eight thousand feet in height.
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