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the Dooty with some of his people, opened the gate, and desired 
me to come in. They were convinced, they said, that I was 
not a Moor ; for no Moor ever waited any time at the gate of 
a village, without cursing the inhabitants. 
Aug. 16th. About ten o'clock I passed a considerable town, 
with a mosque, called Jabbee. Here the country begins to rise 
into hills, and I could see the summits of high mountains to 
the westward. I had very disagreeable travelling all this day, 
on account of the swampiness of the roads ; for the river was 
now risen to such a height, as to overflow great part of the flat 
land on both sides; and from the muddiness of the water, it 
was difficult to discern its depth. In crossing one of these 
swamps, a little to the westward of a town called Gangu, my 
horse being up to the belly in water, slipt suddenly into a deep 
pit, and was almost drowned before he could disengage his feet 
from the stiff" clay at the bottom. Indeed, both the horse and 
his rider were so completely covered with mud, that in passing 
the village of Callimana, the people compared us to two dirty 
elephants. About noon I stopped at a small village near 
Yamina, where I purchased some corn, and dried my papers 
and clothes. 
The town of Yamina, at a distance, has a very fine appear- 
ance. It covers nearly the same extent of ground as Sansan- 
ding; but having been plundered by Daisy, King of Kaarta, 
about four years ago, it has not yet resumed its former pros- 
perity; nearly one half of the town being nothing but a heap 
of ruins: however, it is still a considerable place, and is so much 
frequented by the Moors, that I did not think it safe to lodge 
