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heard that Woofheka had been flayed alive. Aylo, too, was 
well acquainted with the unfortunate perfon, and only faid, 
“ This is Either, this is Efther; nobody knew her but I.” 
Then they went on to inquire particulars, and after, they 
would ftop one another, and defire each other to fpeak no 
more; then they cried again, and fell into the fame conver- 
fation. It was impoffible not to laugh at the ridiculous 
dialogue. “ Sirs,” faid I, “ you have told me all I want; I 
fhall not ftir from the Moors town till Ras Michael arrives ; 
if there was any need of advice, you are neither of you ca- 
pable of giving it; now I would wifh you would fhew me 
you are capable of taking mine. You are both extremely agi 
tated, and Peter is very tired ; and will befides fee the ghoft 
of Woofheka fhaking to and fro all night with the wind; 
neither of you ate fupper, as I intend to do; and 1 
think Peter fhould ftay here all night, but you fhould not 
lie both of you in the fame room, where Woofheka’s black 
fkin, fo ftrongly imprefled on your mind, will not fail to 
keep you talking all night in place of fleeping. Boil about 
a quart of gruel, I will put a few drops into it; go then to 
bed, and this unufual operation of Michael will not have 
power to keep you awake. 
Tue gruel was. made, and a good large doze of lauda- 
num put into it. I took my leave, and returned with Saleh ; 
but before I went to the door Aylo told me he had forgot 
Welled Hawaryat was very bad, and the Iteghé, Ozoro Al- 
tafh, his wife, and Ozoro Efther, defired I would come and 
fee him to-morrow. Oneof his daughters, by Ozoro Altath,. 
had been ill fome time before his. arrival, and fhe too was 
thought in great danger. “ Look,” faid I, “ Ayto Aylo, the 
{mall-pox is a difeafe that will have its courfe; and, during | 
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