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common prophets, but one who never ate any thing but 
roots, or drank other liquor than water, fince the day of his 
nativity. Such a man as this, you know, Yagoube, can- 
not lie.” “And I, fays Ayto Confu, being.a prophet that hath 
ate beef and drunk bouza ever fince my nativity, whenever 
I could not get wine or brandy, and who give my fhare of 
water freely to the faints of Waldubba, as a proper reward 
for the lies they tell, I do prophecy, that there are now 
two thoufand men eating their fupper within fight of Ser- 
braxos, who will never fee it nearer, but will all be flain in. 
a battle fought at this place to-morrow, at which time Ya-. 
goube fhall be feafting with me at Gondar, without caring 
a fig for king Theodorus and his plenty.”’—* A blefled pro-. 
phet you!” fays Ozoro Efther.. - 
Art this inftant the fervants at the door informed us there 
was fcarce light to fee the way down the hill, and we got 
our wounded prophet, without much difficulty or com- 
plaint, into the litter. A number of men fupported him 
down the hill, and about 50 of his own horfe attended. I 
defired him to feel often the bandage if his wound | 
bled; and, finding it did not, I rode on horfeback clofe by 
his fide; For fome time, not hearing him ftir or fpeak, I 
thought he was afleep, or had fainted ; on which I ftopt the 
litter, felt his pulfe, and afked him if he was dofing? He 
faid, No ; he was thinking of all the lies his-mother had been 
telling me: but there is one thing fhe did not care to tell 
you, Yagoube, fhe'fays you laugh at thefe ftories ; but there 
is a {pirit who always appears to Michael and affures him 
of victory. The devil, faid I, probably ; for what: good arifes — 
from all thefe victories? are they not the ruin of innocent 
people, and of the country ? No, replied Confu, it is St Mi- 
chael. 
