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only to fee me and pay ine a vifit. His face* 
proclaimed him fourfcore ; but his features 
werg fo ftrongly marked with villany, that it 
was not neceffary to know his name to con- 
ceive of him the opinion he deferved. It was 
Matthew Moodel, the intimate friend of Bern- 
fry, and one of thofe fugitives profcribed by 
the colony and by the planters^ for the atrocity 
of their conduQ;, and the blacknefs of their 
crimes. 
I could not avoid being uneafy at the 
meeting of thefe two men • which I confidered* 
as a misfortune a thoufand times worfe for me 
than the neighbourhood of lions, tigers, or all 
the monfters of Africa. Was it not poiTiblc, 
after all, that two fuch men had leagued toge- 
ther, to come and aflaffinate me, and feize my 
arms and ammunition? Such a fchcme was 
worthy of them ; and the diftance of the deferts 
they inhabited would fecure them from punifh- 
ment. 
What would have been my fears, had I then 
known, what I did not learn till afterwards, 
that fuch Vxras in reality their trade ; and that 
they were both connected with the Bofhmen, 
to whom they gave information that enabled 
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