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things taken from me or the men would be re- 
stored on our arrival at Fadgar. 
We left our prison at seven in the morning of 
the 14th, as I supposed to go to our camp, but 
were not a little surprised at finding that it was 
not the intention of Bayla to permit our doing 
so. I demanded of him the fulfilment of his 
promise, but the only answer I received was an 
order to mount a miserable looking horse, held 
by one of his followers. To refuse would have 
been useless. Bayla was mounted on mine, and 
attended by about one hundred armed men. We 
moved towards the camp, where all were ready 
to move, and apparently waiting our arrival ; 
but we were not allowed to join them. Having 
marched at a very smart pace until two p. m., we 
reached a large straggling village, which on en- 
quiry I found to be called Samba Jamangele, 
and distant twelve miles west of Fadgar, the 
place agreed on, and whither Mr. Partarrieau 
was gone. This annoyed me a little, but there 
was now no remedy, except patiently awaiting 
the issue. 
On our approach to the village, we were met 
by the women and children, who came forth in 
hundreds to welcome the return of their hus- 
bands, fathers, brothers, &c. Many of the young 
men and boys, who had never apparentlv seen a 
