Il8 TRAVELS IN THE 
March 6th. We stopt here this morning, because some of the 
townspeople, who were going for Goomba on the day following, 
wished to accompany us ; but in order to avoid the crowd of 
people which usually assembled in the evening, we went to a 
Negro village to the east of Dalli, called Samee, where we were 
kindly received by the hospitable Dooti, who on this occasion 
killed two fine sheep, and invited his friends to come and feast 
with him. 
March 7th. Our landlord was so proud of the honour of en- 
tertaining a white man, that he insisted on my staying with 
him and his friends until the cool of the evening, when he said 
he would conduct me to the next village. As I was now within 
two days' journey of Goomba, I had no apprehensions from 
the Moors, and readily accepted the invitation. I spent the 
forenoon very pleasantly with these poor Negroes : their com- 
pany was the more acceptable, as the gentleness of their man- 
ners presented a striking contrast to the rudeness and barba- 
rity of the Moors. They enlivened their conversation by drink- 
ing a fermented liquor made from corn ; the same sort of beer 
that I have described in a former chapter ; and better I never 
tasted in Great Britain. 
In the midst of this harmless festivity, I flattered myself that 
all danger from the Moors was over. Fancy had already placed 
me on the banks of the Niger, and presented to my imagination 
a thousand delightful scenes in my future progress, when a 
party of Moors unexpectedly entered the hut, and dispelled the 
golden dream. They came, they said, by Ali's orders, to con- 
vey me to his camp at Benown. If I went peaceably, they told 
