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heads of tobacco, besides some coral beads for his wife. J 
thought there would be no end to the thanks of Fali Loum, 
which proved the warmth of his gratitude, as well as the good- 
ness of his heart ; he praised my liberality in the most mag- 
nificent terms, and expressed his regret at having given me a 
reception so inadequate to my presents, He did not confine 
himself, as it too often happens amongst polished nations, to 
vain protestations of gratitude, for he accompanied us as our 
guide for a quarter of a league. At the moment of parting, 
he alighted from his horse, raised his hands to Heaven, and 
prayed to God with impressive fervour to protect us in our 
journey. 
We had just quitted our friend Fali Loum when the 
people of the neighbouring villages placed as sentinels on the 
surrounding heights, enquired who we were, fearing lest we 
might belong to the Darnel, and be sent to surprise them. 
Being satisfied with our answer, they allowed us to pass. 
We directed our course towards the south, and after an 
hour's march we stopped at Moslache, a large village inhabited 
by Poulas, and Negroes. The night was so dark that we were 
every instant in danger of losing our way. Boukari conducted 
us to the hut of his aunt, who was a Poula woman. She 
threw some branches of trees on the ground, over which she 
spread the hide of an ox ; my saddle served me for a pillow, 
and placed near a good fire, I awaited the hour of supper. 
The manner in which hospitality is practiced in Africa 
