INTERIOR OF AFRICA. I93 
July 20th. In the morning, I endeavoured, both by entreaties 
and threats, to procure some victuals from the Dooty, but in 
vain. I even begged some corn from one of his female slaves, as 
she was washing it at the well, and had the mortification to be 
refused. However, when the Dooty was gone to the fields, his 
wife sent me a handful of meal, which I mixed with water, and 
drank for breakfast. About eight o'clock, I departed from Doo- 
linkeaboo, and at noon stopped a few minutes at a large Korree ; 
where I had some milk given me by the Foulahs. And hearing 
that two Negroes were going from thence to Sego, I was 
happy to have their company, and we set out immediately. 
About four o'clock, we stopped at a small village, where one of 
the Negroes met with an acquaintance, who invited us to a sort 
of public entertainment, which was conducted with more than 
common propriety. A dish, made of sour milk and meal, 
called Sinkatoo, and beer made from their corn, was distributed 
with great liberality; and the women were admitted into the 
society; a circumstance I had never before observed in Africa. 
There was no compulsion ; every one was at liberty to drink 
as he pleased : they nodded to each other when about to 
drink, and on setting down the calabash, commonly said berka, 
(thank you). Both men and women, appeared to be some- 
what intoxicated, but they were far from being quarrelsome. 
Departing from thence, we passed several large villages, 
where I was constantly taken for a Moor, and became the sub- 
ject of much merriment to the Bambarrans; who, seeing me 
drive my horse before me, laughed heartily at my appearance, 
— He has been at Mecca, says one ; you may see that by his 
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