Mungo Park set off from his home in the Scottish borders in May 1795 at the age of 23 to discover the course of the Niger river in west Africa. When he reappeared in England more than two and a half years later, he had been presumed dead, and the tale of his perilous journey published in 1799 was greeted with great acclaim. Travels in the Interior of Africa provided Europeans with one of the first detailed descriptions of the geography and peoples of the African continent. The story of his remarkable journey is told with extraordinary modesty and clarity, and it remains as vivid and readable today as when he first wrote it. Park returned to West Africa on a second journey in 1805, but he failed to return. In his last letter he declared his intent to discover the termination of the Niger or perish in the attempt. He drowned in the Niger attempting to escape an attack by natives. Stanfords Travel Classics feature some of the finest historical travel writing in the English language, with authors hailing from both sides of the Atlantic. Every title has been rest in a contemporary typeface and has been printed to a high quality production specification, to create a series that every lover of fine travel literature will want to collect and keep.
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Mungo Park was a Scottish explorer of the African continent.He is credited as being the first Westerner to encounter the Niger River.
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Mungo has an amazing ability to sketch characters in a few laconic phrases (notably the many kings he meets), shows an attention to linguistic, geographical, and botanical detail that enriches his work and makes him a great example of your imperial "Africa hand", kind of a Dark Continent proto-comptroller. Only then he gets more and more attenuated, less and less human, except instead of turning bloody like Speke or Conrad's Kurtz, he just dries up in the Sahara, a cross between TE Lawrence, post-Ring Frodo Baggins, a holy man and a desert ghost. And as he returns to the orbit of England he reinflates, and we get a lot of horribly self-righteous pro-slavery enabling colonial garbage. But the ghost must have remained in him, because from what I hear he returned, and finally made it to Timbuktu, and then died. This is compelling.