866 MR park's first journey. 
stood and spoke. On arriving at the village to 
which he had been directed, the inhabitants, who 
viewed him with fear and wonder, refused to give 
him food, or admit him into their houses. Mr 
Park took the bridle and saddle off his horse, and 
turned him loose to graze. The wind rose, and 
threatened a heavy rain, and Mr Park was sitting, 
weary and dejected, under a tree, when he was ob- 
served by a woman returning from the field, who, 
learning his situation, with looks of compassion, 
took up his bridle and saddle, and told him to 
follow her. She conducted him into her hut, 
lighted a lamp, gave him broiled fish to eat, and 
a mat to repose upon, and, with some young wo- 
men, began to spin cotton. During this labour, 
which continued great part of the night, they 
amused themselves with songs, in one of which, 
composed extempore, Mr Park was much sur- 
prised to find that his own story was the theme. 
" The winds roared, and the rains fell. The poor 
" white man, faint and weary, came and sat under 
" our tree. He has no mother to bring him milk, 
" no wife to grind his corn. Chorus. — Let us 
" pity the white man — no mother has he," &c. 
Mr Park was deeply affected by this instance of 
kindness to an unprotected stranger, but the only 
mark of gratitude in his power to bestow, was to 
present his benevolent hostess with two of the four 
brass buttons which remained on his waistcoat. 
