TRAVELS IN AFRICA. 245 white man before, approached me, and after examining my face with evident surprise and fear, favoured me with the epithets of * unbeliever', *son ofa hog', * hater of God', and * offspring ofan unlawful connexion'. One old woman, apparently very short-sighted, and no doubt mistaking me for one of the people of the village, approached my horse's side, and was in the act of giving me her hand, when she perceived mine to be white, and, shrieking, she almost fell to the ground with fright.

Bayla, who had gone to Fadgar with Mr.

Partarrieau, called in the afternoon, and told me that he would call again the following morning, and allow me to return with my men to our camp. But his promises were made to be broken I did not see him until the l6th, when he appointed a person to conduct us to Fadgar.

I left Samba Jamangele at two o'clock on the morning of the 17th of June, and arrived at the camp at half after five, which, to my astonishment, I found deserted. The tents were standing, and some weak asses, and other articles which would necessarily impede their march, were left behind.

The idea that they had gone for Baquelle, and what place they must at that hour have been near, could alone compensate for the disappointment I felt at their unexpected absence.