the falls of the beréza.
hunting expeditions filled up the leisure hours of the busy monarch. standing on the verge of the deep ravine by which the now deserted fastness of tegulet is insulated from the plain of debra berhán, it was his majesty’s diversion to project stone balls from his rifle at the hyenas basking upon huge fragments of fallen rock, which form caverns one thousand feet below, and choke the bed of the pathless chasm. then the steps of the royal cavalcade would be directed to the valley of the beréza, where “satan’s horses,” in the shape of gigantic adjutants, were striding over the plain on their long stilt-like legs, with well-filled pouches dangling beneath their bills. here, seated upon the green turf, the negoos awaited the report of his scouts. whilst turning the corner of the numerous abrupt eminences, his ears were ever saluted by loud cries of “abiet! abiet!” from the mouth of many a petitioner, and a very respectable body of plaintiffs and defendants were continually in attendance.
judgment was calmly delivered until the arrival of some breathless horseman with intelligence of the discovery of a colony of baboons, would arrest the proceedings of the sylvan court. “sáhela selássie ye moot?” inquired the sporting monarch on one of these occasions, adjuring the informant by his own illustrious life; “are they well surrounded?” “may sáhela selássie die if they be not,” responded the slave, as he bowed his head to the dust; “hundreds graze in yonder corn-field.” “then by the death of woosen suggud they shall be slain,” was the rejoinder, as his majesty galloped towards the spot, followed by a train of attendants carrying every rifle and fowling-piece of which the imperial armoury could boast.
on the verge of the deep valley we presently descried a countless pig-faced army, laying waste the rising crops. lusty veterans, muffled in long flowing manes, strutted consequentially among the ladies; and others, squatted upon their hunkers, with many a ghastly grin displayed their white teeth whilst hunting down the vermin that infested their rough shaggy coats. casting aside his chequered robe, the king, with all the ardour of a schoolboy, dashed into the middle of the amazed group, and under a running fire from himself and courtiers, the field was presently strewed with slain and wounded. mangled wretches were now to be seen endeavouring to reach the precipitous chasm of the beréza, whose white foaming waters were thundering below, whilst the grimacing survivors, far out of danger, whooped in echoes amid the bush-grown clefts, to reassemble the discomfited forces.
return from this brilliant victory was celebrated by the war-chorus, until the appearance of an erkoom waddling over the ploughed land, again proved the signal for general pursuit. this gigantic and deformed bird is of the genus hornbill, and an abrupt unmeaning excrescence above his huge jagged forceps, imparts a fancied resemblance to the slaves of the king, who carry water-jars upon their heads, which has dignified him with the title of “abba gumbo,” “the father of the pitcher.” it has blue wattles, which, when the bird is worried, become inflamed like those of the turkey-cock; and from the fact of its always constructing the door of its nest to the eastward, the abyssinians assert that it will never build out of sight of a church.
the plumage throughout is to appearance of a sooty black; but the expansion of the wings displays an assemblage of snowy quills which form the pride of the warrior who has slain his enemy in battle. mules were abandoned with one accord; and under the encouraging gaze of the despot, the courtiers, springing into their high-peaked saddles, scoured after the devoted quarry. weary with its long flight, the heavy bird alighted a dozen times, but no rest was ever allowed. again he was turned, and again he distanced his pursuers, until beleaguered on all sides, he was finally speared by the chief smith and body physician, who, as an equestrian, shone facile princeps. his skill rewarded the head of each hero engaged with the coveted white plume, which is the amháric emblem of death.
“my children have never seen the ‘devil’s sheep,’” gravely observed his majesty, as he ascended towards the palace preceded by strains of martial music. “they live in holes in the rocks under the great waterfall, and have long snouts. my people are afraid. take guns in the morning, and the pages shall show you the road. now you may eat.”
heavy dew covered the waving grass, as, accompanied by the promised escort, we proceeded at an early hour to gratify the royal curiosity by the destruction of the dreaded monster. it proved on realisation to be an inoffensive badger; and although the sport did not afford very much diversion, the cataract amply repaid the ride across the meadow. leaving the terrace of table-land, the serpentine river, far hid from sight, winds through a succession of rounded hills towards a precipitous valley, down which the foaming torrent rushes over a descent of eight rocky basins. hemmed in by fantastic pillars of basalt, composed of irregular disjointed polygons, the dark craggy surface, laid bare by the violence of ages, is at strange variance with the bright emerald turf which creeps luxuriantly to the very verge of the frowning abyss; whilst twelve hundred feet below, the sparry walls suddenly contract to the breadth of fifteen yards, and the accumulated waters of the cascades, discharging through this natural flood-gate, boil onwards in their wild career.
at some distance from this point are the royal iron mines, and near them a perpendicular crag, which rears its crumbling form from the very bottom of the vale to the level of the upper stream, marks the suddenness of the descent. the entire lace of the verdant hills that repose above the roaring cataract, were covered with thyme and other aromatic herbs, yielding up their fragrance at every step; and new and lovely flowers, sparkling under the morning dew, carpeted the slope. from the very brink of the dizzy torrent, lofty junipers raised their tall stems, and flung their mossy arms to a vast height, though still appearing but as small twigs; and the white cloud of foam and spray which arose from the gloomy chasm, reflecting the prismatic colours of the rainbow, completed a picture of singular wildness and magnificence.
how different, indeed, is the fate awaiting the waters of one and the same shower discharged over the high ridge of the abyssinian alps! a drop, falling on the eastern slope of the shed, wends its short course by the nearest streamlet towards the muddy háwash; and, if not absorbed by the thirsty plains of the ada?el, adds its mite to the lagoon of aussa—to filter, perhaps, through some subterranean channel into the indian ocean. but far distant is the pilgrimage that awaits the more ambitious cloud that sinks on the western side. joining the beréza, and taking the sudden leap over the dazzling cataract of debra berhán, it hurries down the jumma on its impetuous course to the bahr el azreek—rolls through the golden sands of damot—and, after visiting mero? and thebes, and all the stately pyramids, either adds its humble tribute to the blue waves of the mediterranean, or is sacrificed to the fertility of the land of egypt:
“where with annual pomp,
rich king of floods! o’erflows the swelling nile.”
