MUNGO PARK'S 
baggage was laid on the rocks on the East side of the river ; 
but such was our sickly state that we were unable to carry 
it up the bank. Francis Beedle, one of the soldiers, was 
evidently dying of the fever; and having in vain attempted, 
with the assistance of one of his messmates, to carry him 
over, I was forced to leave him on the West bank ; think- 
ing it very probable that he would die in the course of the 
night. 
July 21st. — Hired Isaaco's people to carry the bundles 
up the bank, and assist in loading all the asses. One of 
the soldiers crossed the bridge, and found Beedle expiring. 
Did not stop to bury him, the sun being high ; but set out 
immediately. Country woody, but level. About half past 
ten o'clock came to Mr. Scott lying by the side of the path, 
so very sick that he could not walk. Shortly after Mr. 
Martyn laid down in the same state. My horse being 
loaded, and myself, as usual, walking on foot and driving 
an ass, I could give them no assistance. I came in sight 
of the town of Mareena a little before twelve ; and at the 
same time was happy to see two of Isaaco's people com- 
ing back with two asses to take the loads off the horses in 
the rear. Sent them back for Mr. Scott and Mr. Martyn, 
and proceeded to the town. Some of the people, who had 
crossed the river with us, had informed the people of 
Mareena of the treatment we had experienced in passing 
