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riofity or bufinefs. Among thefe I difcerned Abba Salama. 

 Every body then went out but myfelf, and thefe people were 

 rufhing in behind me, and had divided me from my com- 

 pany. The Ras, however, feeing me flanding alone, cried, 

 " Shut the door ;" and afked me, in a low tone of voice, " Have 

 you any thing private to fay ?" " I fee you are bufy, Sir," faid 

 I ; " but Twill fpeak to Ozoro Either." His anxious coun- 

 tenance brightened up in a moment. " That is true," fays 

 he, " Yagoube, it will require a long day to fettle that ac- 

 count with you : Will the boy live ?" " The life of man is in 

 the hand of God," faid I, " but I fhould hope the word is 

 over ;" upon which he called to one Of his fervants, " Carry 

 Yagoube to Ozoro Eflher,." 



It is needlefs for me to take up the reader's time with 

 any thing but what illuftrates my travels ; he may there- 

 fore guefs the converfation that flowed from a grateful 

 heart on that occafion. I ordered her child to be brought 

 to her every forenoon, upon condition fhe returned him 

 foon after mid- day. I then took a fpeedy leave of Ozoro 

 Eflher, the reafon of which I told her when fhe was fol- 

 lowing me to the door. She faid, " When fliall I lay my hands 

 upon that idiot Aylo ? The Ras would have done any thing ; 

 he had appointed you Palambaras, but, upon converfing 

 with Aylo, he had changed his mind. He fays it will 

 create envy, and take up your time. What fignifies their 

 envy ? Do not they envy Ras Michael ? and where can you 

 pafs your time better than at court, with a command un- 

 der the king." I faid, " All is for the belt, Aylo did well • 

 all is for the belt." I then left her unconvinced, and fay- 

 ing, " I will not forgive this to Ayto Aylo thefe feven. 

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