170 CAPTALN TUCKEY'S NARRATIVE. 



and it was determined that the Chenoo's son should accom- 

 pany me as a guide the next mor;nng. 



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 thera ; 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 



