At the age of fifteen Mr
Laing entered on the business of active life, having engaged himself as
assistant to Mr Bruce, a teacher in Newcastle. In this situation he remained
only six months, when he returned to Edinburgh, and entered into company
with his father, taking charge of the commercial department of the academy,
for which his beautiful penmanship and other acquirements singularly
qualified him.
But the time was fast
approaching when the subject of our memoir was to exchange the ferula
for the sword. In 1809, volunteering was very general in Edinburgh,
and, young Laing attached himself to a corps then forming. In 1810, he was
made an ensign in the prince of Wales’ volunteers, and from that period the
academy had no more charms for him. In his eighteenth year he abandoned the
irksome duties of teaching, and set off for Barbadoes to his maternal uncle,
colonel, afterwards lieutenant-general Gordon, through whose kind offices he
looked forward to an introduction into the army. At that time colonel Gordon
held the office of deputy quarter-master-general in Barbadoes, and on his
nephew’s arrival he gave him a situation as clerk in his counting house. In
this situation Mr Laing repeatedly came in contact with Sir George Beckwith,
then at the head of the command of the military on the station, who was so
much pleased with the young clerk, and took so deep an interest in his
fortunes, as to secure for him unsolicited an ensign’s commission in the
York light infantry.
But we must hurry over the
first years of Laing’s service in the army, in order that we may have space
to detail the more important passages in his history. Having obtained the
ensigncy in the York light infantry, he immediately joined his regiment in
Antigua; in two years he was made a lieutenant, and shortly after, on the
reduction of the regiment, he was put on half-pay. Dissatisfied with the
inactivity consequent on such a measure, as soon as the necessary
arrangements could be made, he exchanged into the 2nd West India regiment,
and proceeded to Jamaica. Here over exertion in consequence of his
discharging the duties of quarter-master-general caused him to suffer much
from disease of the liver. He retired to Honduras for the recovery of his
health, where colonel Arthur, appreciating his excellence as an officer,
detained him with another division of the regiment, and appointed him fort
major. His distemper, however, which at first seemed to yield, in Honduras,
returned with increasing violence, and compelled him to seek relief in the
air of his native land, and the sympathies of his relations.
During the eighteen months he
remained at home, the division of the 2nd West India regiment to which he
belonged, was reduced, and he was again put on half-pay. Restored,
however, to health, he could not remain inactive. Towards the end of 1819,
he went to London, was sent for by the colonel of his regiment, the late Sir
Henry Torrence, received many flattering compliments for his former
services, and having been appointed lieutenant and adjutant, he proceeded to
Sierra Leone.
From the beginning of the
year 1822 his history as an African traveller may properly be dated.
In January of that year he was despatched by Sir Charles M’Carthy, governor
of Sierra Leone, on an important embassy to Kambia and the Mandingo country,
where he collected much valuable information regarding the political
condition of these districts, their dispositions as to commerce, and their
sentiments as to slavery. Having so far achieved the object for which he set
out, he crossed to Malacouri, a Mandingo town, situated on the banks of the
river Malageea. There he learned that Sannassee, the chief of the district
of Malageea, and a friend of the British government, had been captured by
Amara, the king of the Soolimas, and was about to be put to death. Well
knowing the unrelenting disposition of Amara, Laing, although labouring
under a severe attack of fever and ague, resolved to go to the Soolima camp,
and intercede for the life of the unfortunate Sannassee.
With this view he crossed the
Malageea near its source, and after experiencing many difficulties in
meeting with Soolima guards, he at length reached the camp. Having witnessed
the feats of warlike exercise, the dancing, and the music exhibited by
Soolimas, Bennas, Sangaras, and Tambaccas, he was invited to a palaver
with Yarradee, the general of the Soolima army. This officer received
him with much kindness, and with many protestations of friendship.
Subsequently he was introduced to, and had a conversation with Amara
himself, and having obtained an assurance that Sannassee would not be put to
death, he retired to Sierra Leone, where he arrived on the 6th day,
exhausted by the fatigues of his journey and continued illness.
Scarcely had Laing recovered,
when a report at Sierra Leone that his mission had been of no avail, induced
the governor to send him on another embassy for the same object. Having once
more visited the Soolima camp, he was assured indeed that Sannassee had been
set at liberty, but he also learned that his town had been burned, and his
property plundered or destroyed. Of this conduct he expressed in the name of
his government the most decided reprobation; and after a journey of six and
a half days, during which he had never for a single hour been under shelter,
he once more reached Sierra Leone.
It was now that lieutenant
Laing assumed the character of a volunteer traveller. Having been led
to believe during the last embassy that the Soolimas were in possession of
considerable quantities of gold and ivory, he suggested to the governor the
propriety and probable advantages of the colony opening up a commercial
intercourse with them; and the suggestion having been approved of by the
council at large, he left Sierra Leone again on the 16th of April, 1822,
with the view of furthering such an object, accompanied by two soldiers of
the 2nd West India regiment, a native of Foutah Jallow, eleven carriers,
natives of the Jolof district, and a boy a native of Sego.
When he set out upon this
journey little was known of the Soolimas except the name; they were said to
be distant from Sierra Leone four hundred miles to the eastward: it
afterwards appeared that Falaba, the capital, is only distant two hundred
miles. They were represented as a powerful nation, rich in gold and ivory;
but this also turned out not to be the fact.
On his arrival at Toma in the
country of the Timmanees, our traveller found that no white man had ever
been there before him, although the town is situated only sixty miles from
Sierra Leone. His appearance, as was to be expected, excited no little
astonishment—one woman, in particular, stood fixed like a statue gazing on
the party as they entered the town, and did not stir a muscle till the whole
had passed, when she gave a loud halloo of astonishment, and then covered
her mouth with both her hands. Of the Timmanees he writes in his journal
very unfavourably; he found them depraved, indolent, avaricious, and so
deeply sunk in the debasement of the slave traffic, that the very mothers
among them raised a clamour against him for refusing to buy their children.
He further accuses them of dishonesty and gross indecency, and altogether
wonders that a country so near Sierra Leone, should have gained so little by
its proximity to a British settlement.
From the country of the
Timmanees lieutenant Laing proceeded into that of Kooranko, the first view
of which was much more promising--he found the first town into which he
entered neat and clean, and the inhabitants bearing all the marks of active
industry. It was about sunset when he approached it, and we give in his own
language a description of the scene. "Some of the people," says he, " had
been engaged in preparing the fields for the crops, others were penning up a
few cattle, whose sleek sides denoted the richness of their pasturages; the
last clink of the blacksmith’s hammer was sounding, the weaver was measuring
the cloth he had woven during the day, and the guarange, a worker in
leather, was tying up his neatly stained pouches, shoes, and knife-sheaths;
while the crier at the mosques, with the melancholy call of ‘Allah Akbar,’
summoned the decorous Moslems to their evening devotions." Such were our
traveller’s first impressions of the Koorankoes; but their subsequent
conduct did not confirm the good opinion he had formed of them.
On approaching the hilly
country, lieutenant Laing informs us that nothing could be more beautiful or
animating than the scene presented to his view,—well clothed rising grounds,
cultivated valleys, and meadows smiling with verdure; the people in the
different towns were contented and good-humoured, and, in general, received
the stranger with very great kindness. In illustration of this he has given
us the burden of the song of one of their minstrels:— "The white man lived
on the waters and ate nothing but fish, which made him so thin; but the
black men will give him cows and sheep to eat, and milk to drink, and then
he will grow fat."
At Komato, the last town of
the Koorankoes, on his route, our traveller found a messenger from the king
of Soolimana, with horses and carriages to convey him to Falaba, the capital
of that nation. Crossing the Rokelle river, about a hundred yards broad, by
ropes of twigs suspended from the branches of two immense trees, (a
suspension bridge called by the natives Nyankata,) he proceeded to that
city; and having been joined by the king’s son at the last town upon this
side of it, he entered Falaba under a salute of musketry from 2000 men, who
were drawn up in the centre of the town to receive him.
Not long, after reaching
Falaba, lieutenant, now captain Laing (for about this time he was promoted,)
was seized with a fever which brought on delirium for several days. While in
this state he was cupped by one of the Soolima doctors, and that so
effectually as to satisfy him that it was the means of saving his life. The
operation differed in no respect from ours, except that the skin was
scarified by a razor, and the cup was a small calabash gourd.
Our traveller enters, in his
journal, into a long detail of the habits and manners of the Soolimas, with
which he has made himself fully acquainted during his three months’
residence in Falaba. To give even a short abstract of this, would he
inconsistent with the limits assigned to this memoir. Suffice it to say,
that the main object of his mission failed. The king all along promised to
send back with him a company of traders; but when the time of
departure arrived, these promises ended in nought. Although within three
days’ journey of the source of the Niger, he was not permitted to visit that
often sought spot, and deep was the grief which the loss of such an
opportunity cost him; by measuring, however, the height of the source of the
Rokelle, which he found to be 1441 feet, and by taking into account the
height of the mountains in the distance, which gave rise to the Niger, he
calculated, (as he himself thought,) with a tolerable degree of accuracy,
that that river which has had so much importance assigned to it, has an
elevation at its source of from 1500 to 1600 feet above the level of the
Atlantic. We cannot resist quoting here the testimony of an eminent writer
in the Edinburgh Journal of Natural and Geographical Science, (June, 1830,)
more especially as the measurements of captain Laing have been rather
lightly spoken of in the Quarterly Review, (we believe by Mr Barrow:) "Major
Laing," says the Edinburgh Journalist, "assigned the position and the
elevation above the sea of Mount Loma, from whence the Niger takes its
origin: and he first traced on the map the first part of its course
towards the north for an extent of about twenty-five leagues."
On the 17th of September our
traveller quitted Falaba, accompanied by numbers of the natives, who
escorted him to a considerable distance, the last to leave him was the king
himself. Of his "adieu" the captain speaks in the most affecting terms. On
returning, the route of the party was nearly the same as that by which they
set out. The conclusion of the journey we give, in the traveller’s own
words, in a note. [‘"We left Ma Koota at six A. M., and after a fatiguing
march of twenty-five miles over a vile Timmanee path, we reached Rokon at
four P. M., where I rejoined my party, which had arrived a few hours before.
At six I embarked in a canoe, with an intention of pushing direct for Sierra
Leone, but perceiving a small boat at anchor off the small town of Maherre,
I went on shore, and in a few minutes had the gratification of shaking hands
with Senor Altavilla, Portuguese commissary judge at Sierra Leone, and
captain Stepney of the 2nd West India regiment, who, on hearing of my
approach had gone so far on the way to meet me. About midnight we were
joined by Mr Kenneth Macauley, when we all embarked in his barge; and
proceeding down the river, arrived at Tombo to breakfast, where I
deprived myself of £he decoration of my face, now of seven months
growth, and by the help of some borrowed garments effected an alteration in
my appearance which was very requisite. Leaving Tombo after breakfast, we
proceeded down the Rokelle, on a fine calm morning, and at two P.M. I had
the satisfaction of being welcomed by my friends at Sierra Leone, so many of
whom, so much esteemed and so highly valued, are now no more."]
Before our traveller’s
return, hostilities had commenced between the British government and the
king of the Ashantees—the consequence was, that no sooner had he tasted the
comforts of a British settlement, than he was ordered to join his regiment
on the Gold coast without delay. Having transmitted details to his friend,
captain Sabine in London, of the geographical determinations of the
latitude, longitude, and elevation of the places he had lately visited, he
hastened to obey the order he had received. On his arrival on the Gold coast
he was employed in the organization and command of a very considerable
native force, designed to be auxiliary to a small British detachment which
was then expected from Britain. During the greater part of the year 1823,
this native force was stationed on the frontier of the Fantee and Ashantee
countries, and was frequently engaged, and always successfully, with
detachments of the Ashantee army. On one of these occasions the enemy was
completely beaten, and the fame of the victory spread over the whole coasts;
in so much, and so effectually, that Sir Charles M’Carthy received the
allegiance of most of the Fantee tribes. On another occasion captain Laing
made two gallant and successful attacks on a larger division of the enemy;
and entering into the territories of the king of Ajumacon, who was suspected
to be friendly to the Ashantees, he compelled that prince to place his
troops under the British command.
On the fall of Sir Charles
M’Carthy, which took place in 1824, lieutenant-colonel Chisholm, on whom the
command of the Gold coast devolved, sent the subject of our memoir to
England, to acquaint government more fully than could otherwise be done, of
the state of the country, and the circumstances of the war. He arrived in
England in August, and immediately afterwards obtained a leave of absence to
visit Scotland for the recovery of his health, which had been seriously
affected by so many months of constant and extreme exposure in Africa. In
Scotland, however, he did not continue long. In October he returned to
London, and an opportunity having unexpectedly presented itself to him, of
proceeding under lord Bathurst’s auspices, in the discovery of the course
and termination of the Niger, an opportunity which he had long and anxiously
desired, he gladly embraced it. It being arranged, that he should accompany
the caravan from Tripoli to Timbuctoo, in the ensuing summer, it became
necessary that he should depart early in the year from that father land,
which, alas! he was destined never to revisit.
Our traveller, now promoted
to a majority, left London for Tripoli, in the month of February, 1825.
While in the latter city he had occasion to have frequent intercourse with
the British consul, Mr Warrington; a close intimacy was formed between them,
and the bond was strengthened by the major’s marrying Emma Maria, the
daughter of the consul. This event was celebrated on the 14th of July, 1825;
and two days after the marriage the major proceeded on his pilgrimage to
Timbuctoo.
He left Tripoli in company
with the sheik Babani, whom he afterwards discovered to be no less a
personage than the governor of Ghadamis. The sheik engaged to conduct him to
Timbuctoo in ten weeks; the wife and the family of Babani resided there. The
travellers proceeded with their koffila by the route of Beneoleed,
the passage by the Gharan mountains being rendered unsafe, in consequence of
the turbulence of a rebellious chief in that district. On the 21st of August
the party reached Shaté, and on the 13th of September, after a tedious and
circuitous journey of nearly a thousand miles, they arrived at Ghadamis,
Already had the major experienced much to vex and annoy him; his barometer
had been broken; his hygrometers had been rendered useless by evaporation;
the tubes of most of his thermometers had been snapt by the warping of the
ivory; his glasses had been dimmed by the friction of the sand; his
chronometer had stopped (in all likelihood from the insinuation of sandy
particles); and in addition to this lengthened list of mishaps, his rifle
stock had been broken by the tread of an elephant.
Our traveller left Ghadamis,
where he was treated with the utmost kindness and hospitality, on the 27th
of October; and on the 3rd of December he arrived at Ensala, a town on the
eastern frontier of the province of Tuat, belonging to the Tuaric, and said
to be thirty-five days’ journey from Timbuctoo. Here as in Ghadamis, he
experienced the kindest reception, and he did all he could to repay it, by
administering of his medicines to the diseased.
From Ensala he wrote the last
letter to his relations in Scotland, which they ever received from him. As
it is a document of great interest, and, in some passages, highly
characteristic of the writer, we shall present a considerable extract:
"Ensala in Tuat, December
8, 1825.
* * * *
"I arrived here in the
afternoon of the 2nd instant; and the curiosity which my appearance among
these people has excited, is not yet nearly allayed, insomuch that I am
beset during nearly the whole day with myriads of wondering spectators, who
flock to the house which I inhabit, and stare at me with about as much
curiosity as you would at the great lioness in Exeter Change, which whelped
three young lions, and condescended to suckle them herself. The natives of
this place are of the tribe called Musticarab, and live under no law or
control. They do not employ themselves either in trade or cultivation, but,
like a set of outlaws, roam about the desert, robbing and plundering
kafillas wherever they can fall in with them. There has been murderous work
among them this year,—more than half a dozen fights of one kind or another,
and between two and three hundred slain. I shall quit them, please God, in
seven or eight days more, as I accompany a large kaffila, which proceeds on
the 15th instant towards Timbuctoo, from which I am now only thirty days’
journey. Every thing appears to favour me, and to bid fair for a speedy and
successful termination to my arduous enterprise. I am already possessed of
much curious and valuable information, and feel confident that I shall
realize the most sanguine expectations of my numerous friends. I shall do
more than has ever been done before, and shall show myself to be what I have
ever considered myself, a man of enterprise and genius. My father used often
to accuse me of want of common sense; but he little thought that I gloried
in the accusation. ‘Tis true, I never possessed any, nor ever shall. At a
very early age, I fell in with an observation of Helvetius, which pleased me
much, and chimed in with my way of thinking to the tenth part of a second.
‘A man of common sense is a mania whose character indolence predominates: he
is not endowed with activity of soul, which, in high stations, leads great
minds to discover new springs by which they may set the world in motion, or
to sow the seeds, from the growth of which they are enabled to produce
future events.’ I admit that common sense is more necessary for conducting
the petty affairs of life than genius or enterprise; but the man who soars
into the regions of speculation should never be hampered by it. Had I been
gifted with that quality which the bulk of mankind consider so inestimable,
I might now have been a jolly subaltern on half-pay, or perhaps an orthodox
preacher in some country kirk, in lieu of dictating this letter to you from
the arid regions of central Africa. This is a long rhapsody, but you must
just bear with it patiently, as it is not every day that you can hear from
me.
"I hope you have written to
my dearest Emma, the most amiable girl that God ever created. She is,
indeed, such a being as I had formed in my mind’s eyes but had never before
seen, and has just as much common sense as has fallen to the lot of your
most worthy elder brother." * * *
He quitted Ensala on the 10th
of January, 1826, and on the 26th of the same month entered on the
cheerless, flat, and sandy desert of Tenezaroff. Hitherto neither his
enthusiasm nor his health had failed him; the people had all been friendly
and kind to him, the elements only had been his foes; but in the desert he
was to enter on a different course of experience, and bitter assuredly it
was. The Tuarics attacked, and plundered, and most cruelly mangled him. The
following letter, written by himself, and addressed to his father-in-law,
discloses the amount of authentic information concerning this barbarous
outrage.
Blad Sidi’ Mahomed, May 10th,
1826.
My Dear Consul—
I drop you a line only by an uncertain
conveyance, to acquaint you that I am recovering from my severe wounds far
beyond any calculation that the most sanguine expectation could have formed;
and that tomorrow, please God, I leave this place for Timbuctoo, which I
hope to reach on the 18th. I have suffered much, but the detail must be
reserved till another period, when I shall "a tale unfold" of treachery and
woe that will surprise you. Some imputation is attachable to the old sheik (Babani);
but as he is now no more, I shall not accuse him; he died very suddenly
about a month since.
When I write from Timbuctoo,
I shall detail precisely how I was betrayed, and nearly murdered in my
sleep. In the mean time, I shall acquaint you with the number and nature of
my wounds, in all amounting to twenty-four; eighteen of which are
exceedingly severe. I have five sabre cuts on the crown of the head, and
three on the left temple; all fractures, from which much bone has come away.
One on my left cheek, which fractured the jawbone, and has divided the ear,
forming a very unsightly wound. One over the right temple, and a dreadful
gash on the back of the neck, which slightly scratched the windpipe,
[It should be the Spine.] &c. I am nevertheless, as already I have said,
doing well, and hope yet to return to England with much important
geographical information. The map indeed requires much correction, and
please God, I shall yet do much in addition to what I have already done
towards putting it right.
It would appear from this
letter, that the major intended on the day after he wrote it, to set out for
Timbuctoo. The intention, however, was frustrated. The illness, and
subsequent death of Sidi Mahomed Mooktar, the marabout and sheik of the
place, together with a severe attack of fever in his own person, detained
him for two months longer. By this distemper he lost also his favourite
servant Jack, to whom he was much attached. We can easily enter into
his feelings when, writing again on the 1st of July to his father-in-law, he
concludes the epistle by saying, "I am now the only surviving member of the
mission."
On the 18th of August he
arrived at Timbuctoo, and from the following letter, which he left behind
him there, which was afterwards forwarded to Tripoli by the nephew of Babani,
and is the last that any of his relations ever received from him, we learn
only enough to deepen our regret that he should have perished in the hour of
success, and that his valuable papers should have been lost to the world.
"Timbuctoo,
[In this letter the major always spells the name of the capital Tinbuciu.]
September 21, 1826.
"My Dear Consul :—A very
short epistle must serve to apprise you, as well as my dearest Emma, of my
arrival at and departure from the great capital of central Africa; the
former of which events took place on the 18th ultimo, the latter, please
God, will take place at an early hour to-morrow morning. I have abandoned
all thoughts of retracing my steps to Tripoli, and came here with an
intention of proceeding to Jenne by water; but this intention has been
entirely upset, and my situation in Timbuctoo rendered exceedingly unsafe by
the unfriendly dispositions of the Foulahs of Massina, who have this year
upset the dominion of the Tuaric, and made themselves patrons of Timbuctoo,
and whose sultan, Bello, has expressed his hostility to me in no unequivocal
terms, in a letter which Al Saidi Boubokar, the sheik of this town received
from him a few days after my arrival. He has now got intelligence of my
arrival in Timbuctoo, and as a party of Foulahs are hourly expected, Al
Saidi Boubokar, who is an excellent good man, and who trembles for my
safety, has strongly urged my immediate departure. And I am sorry to say,
that the notice has been so short, and I have so much to do previous to
going away, that this is the only communication I shall for the present be
able to make. My destination is Sego, whither I hope to arrive in fifteen
days; but I regret to say that the road is a vile one, and my perils are not
yet at an end; but my trust is God, who has hitherto borne me up amidst the
severest trials, and protected me amidst the numerous dangers to which I
have been exposed.
"I have no time to give you
any account of Timbuctoo, but shall briefly state, that in every respect,
except in size, (which does not exceed four miles in circumference), it has
completely met my expectations. Kabra is only five miles distant, and is a
neat town situated on the margin of the river. I have been busily employed
during my stay, searching the records in the town, which are abundant, and
in acquiring information of every kind; nor is it with any common degree of
satisfaction that I say my perseverance has been amply rewarded. I am now
convinced that my hypothesis concerning the termination of the Niger is
correct.
"May God bless you all! I
shalt write you fully from Sego, as also my lord Bathurst, and I rather
apprehend that both letters will reach you at one time, as none of the
Ghadamis merchants leave Timbuctoo for two months to come. Again may God
bless you all! My dear Emma must excuse my writing. I have begun a hundred
letters to her, but have been unable to get through one. She is ever
uppermost in my thoughts, and I look forward with delight to the hour of our
meeting, which, please God, is now at no great distance."
The following abstract of the
testimony of Bungola the major’s servant, when examined by the British
consul, gives the catastrophe of this melancholy story:
When asked if he had been with the
major at Mooktar’s, he answered, Yes.
Did you accompany him from thence to Timbuctoo? Yes.
How was he received at Timbuctoo? Well.
How long did he remain at Timbuctoo? About two months.
Did you leave Timbuctoo with major Laing? Yes.
Who went with you? A koffle of Arabs.
In what direction did you go? The sun was on my right cheek.
Did you know where you were going? To Sansanding.
Did you see any water, and were you molested? We saw no water, nor were we
molested till the third day, when the Arabs of the country attacked and
killed my master.
Was any one killed beside your master? I was wounded, but cannot say if any
were killed.
Were you sleeping near your master? Yes.
How many wounds had your master? I cannot say, they were all with swords,
and in the morning I saw the head had been cut off.
Did the person who had charge of your master commit the murder? Sheik
Bouraboushi, who accompanied the reis, killed him.
What did the sheik then do? He went on to his country; an Arab took me back
to Timbuctoo.
What property had your master when he was killed? Two camels; one carried
the provision, the other carried my master and his bags.
Where were your master’s papers? In his bag.
Were the papers brought back to Timbuctoo? I don’t know.
Thus perished, a few days
after the 21st of September, 1826, by the hand of an assassin, one of the
most determined, enthusiastic, and thoroughly accomplished of those daring
spirits who have periled their lives in the cause of African discovery. The
resolution of the unfortunate Laing was of no ordinary kind; his mother has
told the writer of this article, that years before he entered on his last
and fatal expedition, in providing against hardships and contingencies, he
had accustomed himself to sleep on the hard floor, and to write with the
left hand; yea more, with the pen between the first and second toes of the
right foot. It is melancholy to think that he should have perished
unrequited by that fame for which he sacrificed so much, and undelivered of
that tale of the capital of central Africa, which he had qualified himself
so well to tell. In any circumstances the death of such a man had been
lamentable; but it seems the more so, inasmuch as the result of his
successful enterprise is likely for ever to be unavailing for the benefit of
the living. Many years have elapsed since his melancholy murder, and there
seems not the shadow of a hope that his papers will ever be recovered.
But we cannot conclude this
memoir without adding a few sentences regarding these important documents.
Facts which were established at Tripoli during the year 1829, and
established to the entire satisfaction of the consuls of Britain, the
Netherlands, Denmark, Sweden, and Sardinia, develope a system of treachery
and plunder regarding the major and his property, which almost amounts to
the incredible. It seems to have been fully made out, that the very guide (Babani,)
who set out with the traveller from Tripoli, was under the secret direction
of Hassunah D’ Ghies, son of the prime minister of the Tripolitan bashaw,
and the conspirator against the major’s life—that by his (D’ Ghies’)
instructions the ferocious Bourabouschi, the eventual murderer, was
appointed to be the conductor of the major from Timbuctoo, and that into his
(D’Ghies’) hands the major’s papers (fourteen inches long by seven thick,)
were put by another of his emissaries shortly after the murder. In short, it
was afterwards fully ascertained that this packet was secreted in Tripoli in
the month of July or August, 1828.
The most amazing part of the
tale of treachery yet remains to be told. It would further appear that the
documents referred to were given by D’ Ghies to the French consul at
Tripoli, the baron de Rosseau, and that during the greater part of the
major’s journey this official from France had been in secret correspondence
with the conspirators—that he exerted himself in securing the flight of
Hassunah D’ Ghies after the treachery had been discovered, and gave
protection to, and tampered with his brother Mohamed, who made the
disclosure.
It were out of place, in this
memoir, to detail the strong chain of evidence by which these allegations
are supported. A masterly summary of it will be found in the Quarterly
Review, No. 84. Suffice it to say, that neither M. Rosseau nor the French
government did anything to acquit themselves of the fearful charge there
preferred against them. Till removed, it must stand a foul blot upon their
national honour.