14 GARCIA MULLOO. 



numerous beggars for articles, the names of which I 

 did not understand. They invited me into the house 

 out of the sun, and a large wooden mortar was laid 

 on its side for me to sit upon, whilst several women 

 employed themselves scorching some coffee beans, 

 in a coarse earthenware saucer over a little wood 

 fire in the centre of a circular hearth, that 

 occupied the middle of the room. The whole 

 house consisted of this one apartment, the sur- 

 rounding wall being composed of sticks placed 

 close together, and about four feet high, upon 

 which rested a straw thatched roof frame of light 

 bamboo, well blackened with tye smoke. 



I had not long arrived at Garcia Mulloo, the 

 name of the village, before I was followed by a 

 large body of men armed with spears and staves, 

 and dragging along with them, most unwillingly, 

 my old grey mule. The misselannee of Farree, 

 whom I knew, was at the head of the party, and 

 appeared very well pleased to see me, addressing me 

 with great politeness, though I could not under- 

 stand a word that he said. I took care, however, 

 in Arabic, to charge him and the Wallasmah with 

 incivility, and want of hospitality, for detaining me 

 so long in Farree against my will, and also with 

 having, like a thief, stolen the note I had sent to 

 Ankobar. As we had been now joined by a man 

 named Brekka, who understood what I said, he 

 interpreted for us, and afforded the misselannee an 

 opportunity in reply, of throwing the whole blame 



