152 ARRIVAL ON THE FRONTIERS OF FOUTATORO. 
ramrod, but I took a very strong piece of cotton thread, and 
having fastened it firmly to the tooth, though not without 
some fear for my fingers, it was out in a second : I was myself 
astonished at my success. I had quitted my breakfast to assist 
Maka, and as a reward for my trouble, I begged him to fetch 
me a little water of which I was in the greatest want. He 
began very leisurely to take his pinch of snuff, and notwith- 
standing his protestations of thankfulness, I waited at least an 
hour before he performed for me this service, which I claimed 
from his gratitude. The depth of the wells here, as in 
Bondou, equalled the depth of those of Cayor ; it was as much 
as forty fathoms, which is somewhat remarkable. 
Eager to reach the frontiers of Foutatoro, I set off dur- 
ing the most intense heat of the day, from which I contrived 
to defend myself by throwing over me the large blanket I 
had brought with me. The celerity with which we proceeded 
enabled us to arrive before night at Dendoude Tiali, the 
last village of Foutatoro on the side of Bondou. It is 
thus called because there is a pond (in the Poula language 
fiali) in its neighbourhood. When swelled by the rains its 
waters overflow on one side into the Gambia, at Kambia in 
Oulli ; on the other into the Senegal at Kougnem in Bondou.^ 
The canoes of the Gambia then ascend as far as Dendoude, 
* This communication between the Senegal and Gambia, is called Nerico 
in the maps. 
