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of being killed by falling into some of these ravines, or 
over some precipice, I thought it advisable to halt till the 
morning. On this rugged summit we fell in with Jonas 
Watkins, one of the sick ; and with his assistance I lighted 
a fire. Wrapped Mr. Anderson in his cloak, and laid 
him down beside it. Watched all night to keep the fire 
burning, and prevent our being surprised by the lions, 
which we knew were at no great distance. About two 
o'clock in the morning two more of the sick joined us. 
Mr. Anderson slept well during the night, and as soon as 
day dawned, 
August 13th, — having found the footmarks of the asses, 
and having with difficulty even in day light traced our 
way through this labyrinth, we found Mr. Scott and three 
more of the sick. They too had lost their way, and had 
slept about half a mile to the East of us. We reached 
Koomikoomi at ten o'clock. This is an unwalled village, 
but surrounded with extensive corn fields. 
August 13th. — Halted ; rested at Koomikoomi 
August 14th. — Jonas Watkins died this morning; buried 
him. Halted here,to day to see which way Mr. Anderson's 
fever was likely to terminate ; and in the mean time sent 
two loaded asses forward to Doombila, the asses to return 
in the evening and carry loads to-morrow morning. 
