170 CAPTAIN TUCKEY’S NARRATIVE. 
and it was determined that the Chenoo’s son should accom- 
pany me as a guide the next morning. 
The night scene at this place requires the pencil to deli- 
neate it. In the foreground an immense Adansonia, under 
which our tents are pitched, with the fires of our people 
throwng a doubtful light over them ; before us the lofty and 
perpendicular hills that form the south side of Yellala, with 
its ravines (in which only vegetation is found) on fire, pre- 
senting the appearance of the most brilliantly illuminated 
ampitheatre ; and finally, the hoarse noise of the fall, 
contrasted with the perfect stillness of the night, except when 
broken by the cry of our centinels “ all’s well,” continued 
to create a sensation to which even our sailors were not 
_ indifferent. 
The conclusion of the night I however found not so 
pleasant; awaking extremely unwell, I directly swallowed 
five grains of calomel, and moved myself until I produced 
a strong perspiration. 
Aug. 22. Though still very unwell, I had every thing pre- 
pared to be off at day-light with half the party for Inga, 
intending to leave the remainder at Cooloo, until I had tried 
the practicability of advancing. It was however ten o’clock 
before I could get the guide, and six men or bearers, 
to each of whom I was obliged to give two fathoms of baft 
