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my saddle and bridle, as a present, to the Mansa of Sibidooloo ; 
being the only return I could make him, for having taken so 
much trouble in procuring my horse and clothes. 
I now thought it necessary, sick as I was, to take leave of 
my hospitable landlord. On the morning of Sept. 8th, when 
I was about to depart, he presented me with his spear, as 
a token of remembrance, and a leather bag to contain my 
clothes. Having converted my half boots into sandals, I travel- 
led with more ease, and slept that night at a village called 
Ballanti. On the 9th, I reached Nemacoo ; but the Mansa of 
the village thought fit to make me sup upon the camelion's 
dish. By way of apology, however, he assured me the next 
morning, that the scarcity of corn was such, that he could not 
possibly allow me any. I could not accuse him of unkindness, 
as all the people actually appeared to be starving. 
Sept. 10th. It rained hard all day, and the people kept 
themselves in their huts. In the afternoon, I was visited by a 
Negro, named Modi Lemina Taura, a great trader, who, sus- 
pecting my distress, brought me some victuals ; and promised 
to conduct me to his own house at Kinyeto the day following, 
Sept. 11th. I departed from Nemacoo, and arrived at Ki- 
nyeto in the evening; but having hurt my ankle in the way, it 
swelled and inflamed so much that I could neither walk, nor set 
my foot to the ground, the next day, without great pain. My 
landlord observing this, kindly invited me to stop with him a 
few days; and I accordingly remained at his house until the 
14th ; by which time I felt much relieved, and could walk with 
the help of a staff. I now set out, thanking my landlord for 
