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Having satisfied the serki-n-tur&wa, I wrapped a 
berniis and a shawl or zubeta in a handkerchief, and 
went to pay my respects to the governor, whose name, 
as I have stated on a former occasion, is Raffa, and 
whom I found to be a pleasant old fellow. He was 
well satisfied with his present, though he expressed 
his apprehension that his liege lord the prince of 
Maradi, who would not fail to hear of my having 
passed through the country, would demand some- 
thing for himself ; and he advised me, therefore, to 
send to that chief a few medicines. 
I then rode to Sadiku, the son of the famous Mallem 
'Omaro, or Ghomaro, who had been eight years go- 
vernor of Katsena, after the death of his father, till 
having excited the fear or wrath of his liege lord, in 
consequence of calumnies representing him as en- 
deavouring to make himself independent, he was 
deposed by f Aliyu the second successor of Bello, and 
obliged to seek safety among the enemies of his nation. 
Sadiku was a stately person, of tall figure, a serious 
expression of countenance, and a high, powerful chest, 
such as I have rarely seen in Negroland, and still less 
among the tribe of the Fulbe. However, he is not a 
pure Piillo, being the offspring of a B6rnu female slave. 
He had something melancholy about him ; and this 
was very natural, as he could not well be sincerely 
beloved by those among whom he was obliged to live, 
and in whose company he carried on a relentless war 
against his kinsmen. Sadiku's house, which was in the 
utmost decay, was a convincing proof, either that he 
