lodged in the assembly of the whole body. I related to the mansa
the circumstances of my having been robbed of my horse and apparel;
and my story was confirmed by the two shepherds. He continued
smoking his pipe all the time I was speaking; but I had no sooner
finished, than, taking his pipe from his mouth, and tossing up the
sleeve of his cloak with an indignant air--"Sit down," said he; "you
shall have everything restored to you; I have sworn it:"--and then
turning to an attendant, "Give the white man," said he, "a draught
of water; and with the first light of the morning go over the hills,
and inform the dooty of Bammakoo that a poor white man, the king of
Bambarra's stranger, has been robbed by the king of Fooladoo's
people."

I little expected, in my forlorn condition, to meet with a man who
could thus feel for my sufferings. I heartily thanked the mansa for
his kindness, and accepted his invitation to remain with him until
the return of the messenger. I was conducted into a hut and had
some victuals sent me, but the crowd of people which assembled to
see me--all of whom commiserated my misfortunes, and vented
imprecations against the Foulahs--prevented me from sleeping until
past midnight. Two days I remained without hearing any intelligence
of my horse or clothes; and as there was at this time a great
scarcity of provisions, approaching even to famine, all over this
part of the country, I was unwilling to trespass any farther on the
mansa's generosity, and begged permission to depart to the next
village. Finding me very anxious to proceed, he told me that I
might go as far as a town called Wonda, where he hoped I would
remain a few days until I heard some account of my horse, etc.

I departed accordingly on the next morning, the 28th, and stopped at