The campaign, the hunting, and the gourds were abundant. This was during the autumn season. The Yelj ordered that they be cut into two parts from the Yelj. They ordered and brought honey to me. I looked and saw our provisions and ate. We spent the night in the most generous hospitality and with good living. When morning came, I asked for a change of scenery. They took me and we entered the valley. It was a series of valleys, one after another, with a distance of about a mile between each valley. Each valley had amazing crops, and what was tasted from a mile away was like silver. Trees surrounded it, forming a fence on both sides, captivating the eyes. We sat on the bank of the valley and saw a tree there. The Nakishin slaughtered two sheep, and we took and ate from it as much as we wanted. Then we went to the land of Khatt al-Jabal and spent the night there in the most generous hospitality. When morning came, we ascended the mountain. We were climbing for about a third of an hour until we reached the summit. We saw many places and scattered lands. They took us to the chief of the mountain, whose name was Al-Bakir. Scattered lands. They took us to the chief of the mountain, whose name was Al-Bakir, and his retreat. When we entered, we found him to be an old man, nearing sixty, with signs of age. We greeted him, and he welcomed us and showed us great kindness. He said, "This mountain is not free from clouds except for a few days a year. Due to the abundance of rain, they cultivate wheat, and wheat grows here that has no equal except in the lands of the Maghreb or in the lands of Azuria, because it is very good, and the rest of Darfur."