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KROKROL. 
never ceased talking of the generosity of the chief of Kaiai. 
He furnished us all for our further journey with calebashes 
full of milk. As a reward for his hospitality I gave him two 
gun-flints, and my Negro companions confined their acknow- 
ledgment of his services to thanks. He was probably satisfied, 
for after treating me so well, he followed me on horseback for 
half a league, entreating me to remain with him. The path 
which conducted to Krokrol, the last village of the country of 
the Bourb-Joloffs, on the frontier of the Fouta country, passes 
between two hills of considerable height, and well wooded. 
The soil is a red sand, calcined by the heat of the sun. 
We were very much fatigued when we arrived at Krokrol, 
situated on the summit of a mountain. Notwithstanding the 
smallness of the village, every one of our party was lodged 
for the night, and the chief hastened to welcome me to his 
own house. 
February 20th. We made every preparation for entering 
this evening the deserts which form the frontiers between 
the country of the Bourb-Joloffs and Foutatoro. In going to 
the well to fill my two leathern bottles, I was accompanied by 
a Negro armed with a lance and a gun. The people here 
never go abroad without this precaution, as they are exposed 
either to the attacks of the Moors, or of wild beasts. The 
well of Krokrol is thirty-six fathoms deep ; it is dug in a soil 
which contains a great quantity of petrified shells. 
The kingdom of the Bourb-Joloffs is bordered on the east 
