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rounded the low shoulder of a ridge which had 

 been in sight for nearly the last hour. 



Three extensive, but low hills of nearly equal 

 height, and covered with houses, enclose a triangular 

 space, which forms the centre of the town. Across 

 this, Mr. Scott and I quickly galloped our mules, 

 pulling up opposite a white square tent, at the door 

 of which had already appeared Capt. Harris and 

 Capt. Graham, the news of our approach having 

 been conveyed by a forerunner, who had observed 

 us in the distance. 



A very pleasant evening followed ; conversation 

 upon home and Indian news occupied the few 

 hours before w r e retired to rest; and amidst the 

 luxuries and conveniences, so abundantly supplied 

 to the Embassy by the indulgent care of a liberal 

 Government, I almost fancied that I had returned to 

 the pleasures and comforts of civilized life. As my 

 cloak, coats, and carpet, which constituted my bed, 

 were left at Farree, my courteous entertainer, Capt. 

 Harris, supplied me with an abundance of warm 

 clothing for the night, and I slept well in an adjoin- 

 ing tent, of black worsted-cloth, manufactured by 

 the Abyssinians. 



Unfortunately, amidst all his kindness, Capt. 

 Harris considered it to be his duty to take notes of 

 my conversation, without my being aware in the 

 slightest degree of such a step, or being conscious 

 of the least necessity for his doing so. On my 

 becoming aware of this circumstance, a few weeks 



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