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riofity or bufinefs. Among thefe I difcerned Abba Salama. 
Every body then went out but myfelf, and thefe people were 
tufhing in behind me, and had divided me from my com- 
pany. The Ras, however, feeing me ftanding alone, cried, 
“Shut the door ;” and afked me, in a low tone of voice, “ Have 
you any thing private to fay ?” “I fee you are bufy, Sir,” faid 
I; “ but I will fpeak to Ozoro Efther.” His anxious coun- 
_ tenance brightened up in a moment. “ That is true,’ fays 
he, “ Yagoube, it will require a long day to fettle that ac- 
count with you : Will the boy live?” “ The life of man is in 
the hand of God,” faid I, “ but !fhould. hope the worft is. 
over ;” upon which he called to one of his fervants, “ Carry 
Yagoube to Ozoro Efther.” 
Ir is needlefs forme to take up the reader’s time with 
any thing but what illuftrates my travels; he may there- 
fore guefs the converfation that flowed from a grateful 
heart on that occafion. I ordered her child to be brought 
to her every forenoon, upon condition fhe returned him 
foon after mid-day. Ithen took a fpeedy leave of Ozoro. 
Efther, the reafon of which I told her when fhe was fol- 
lowing me to the door. She faid, “ When fhall I lay my hands. 
upon that idiot Aylo? The Ras would have done any thing. 
he had appointed you Palambaras, but, upon converfing: 
with Aylo, he had changed his mind. He fays it will 
ereate envy, and take up your time. What fignifies their 
envy ? Do not they envy Ras Michael? and where can you 
pafs your time better than at court, with a command un- 
der the king.” I faid, “ All is for the beft, Aylo did well;, 
‘all is for the beft.” I then left her unconvinced, and fay- 
ing, “-I wall not forgive this to Ayto Aylo thefe feven: 
years.” 7 . 
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