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heard that Wooflieka had been flayed alive. Aylo, too, was 

 well acquainted with the unfortunate perfon, and only faid> 

 " This is Either, this is Either ; nobody knew her but L" 

 Then they went on to inquire particulars, and after* they 

 would flop one another, and defire each' other to fpeak no 

 more ; then they cried again, and fell into the fame conver- 

 fation. It was impoflible not to laugh at the ridiculous 

 dialogue. " Sirs," faid 1, " you have told me all I want ; I 

 mail not ftir from the Moors town till Ras Michael arrives ; 

 if there was any need of advice, you are neither of you ca- 

 pable of giving it ; now I would with you would fhew me 

 you are capable of taking mine. You are both extremely agi- 

 tated, and Peter is very tired ; and will befides fee the gholl 

 of Wooflieka fhaking to and fro all night with the wind • 

 neither of you ate fupper, as I intend to do; and 1 

 think Peter fhould flay here all night, but you mould not 

 lie both of you in the fame room, where Woofheka's black 

 fkin, fo ftrongly imprefTed on your mind, will not fail to 

 keep you talking all night in place of lleeping. Boil about 

 a quart of gruel, I will put a few drops into it ; go then to 

 bed, and this unufual operation of Michael will not have 

 power to keep you awake, . 



The gruel was made, and a good large doze of laudai 

 num put into it. I took my leave, and returned with Saleh ; 

 but before I went to the door Aylo told me he had forgot 

 Welled Hawaryat was very bad, and the Itcghe, Ozoro AU 

 tafh, his wife, and Ozoro Efther, defired I would come and 

 fee him to-morrow. One of his daughters, by Ozoro Altafh, 

 had been ill fome time before his arrival, and fhe too was 

 thought in great danger. " Look," faid I, " Ayto Aylo, the 

 fmall-pox is a difeafe that will have its courfe ; and, during 



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