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white man before, approached me, and after ex- 
amining my face with evident surprise and fear, 
favoured me with the epithets of * unbeliever', 
*son of a hog', * hater of God', and 'offspring of an 
unlawful connexion'. One old woman, apparently 
very short-sighted, and no doubt mistaking me 
for one of the people of the village, approached 
my horse's side, and was in the act of giving me 
her hand, when she perceived mine to be white, 
and, shrieking, she almost fell to the ground with 
fright. 
Bayla, who had gone to Fadgar with Mr. 
Partarrieau, called in the afternoon, and told me 
that he would call again the following morning, 
and allow me to return with my men to our 
camp. But his promises were made to be broken ; 
I did not see him until the l6th, when he ap^ 
pointed a person to conduct us to Fadgar. 
I left Samba Jamangele at two o'clock on the 
morning of the 17th of June, and arrived at the 
camp at half after five, which, to my astonish- 
ment, I found deserted. The tents were stand- 
ing, and some weak asses, and other articles 
which would necessarily impede their march, 
were left behind. 
The idea that they had gone for Baquelle, 
and what place they must at that hour have been 
near, could alone compensate for the disappoint- 
ment I felt at their unexpected absence. 
