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the afternoon, we came to an anchor at a place called Kel- 

 la Clarega, after having palTed an ifland called Jibbel Nu- 

 man, about a league from the fhore. By the fide of this 

 fhoal we caught a quantity of good fifh, and a great num- 

 ber alfo very beautiful, and perfectly unknown, but winch, 

 when roafted, fhrank away to nothing except fkin, and 

 when boiled, diflblved into a kind of blueifh glue. 



On the 14th, the wind was variable till near ten o'clock^ 

 after which it became a little fair. At twelve it was as fa- 

 vourable as we could wifh ; it blew however but faintly. 

 We pafled firft by one iHand furrounded by breakers, and 

 then by three more, and anchored clofe to the fhore, at a 

 place called Jibbel Shekh, or the Mountain of the Saint. 

 Here I refolved to take a walk on fhore to flretch my limbs, 

 and fee if I could procure any game, to afford us fome va- 

 riety of food. I had my gun loaded with ball* when a vail 

 flock of gooto got up before me, not five hundred yards 

 from the fhore. As they lighted very near me, I lay down 

 among the bent grafs, to draw the charge, and load with 

 fmall fhot. While I was doing this, I faw two antelopes, 

 which, by their manner of walking and feeding, did not 

 feem to be frightened. I returned mv balls into the gun, 

 and refolved to be clofe among the bent, till they mould 

 appear before me. 



I had been quiet for fome minutes, when I heard behind 

 me fomething like a perfon breathing, on which I turned 

 about, and, not without great furprife, and fome little fear, 

 faw a man, Handing jufl over me. I flarted up, while the 

 man, who had a little flick only in his hand, ran two or 

 three fteps backwards, and then flood. He was almofc per- 



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