park's first journey* 
posed to convey him back to Ali. Mr Park de- 
ceived them, taking a retrograde direction, as if he 
had been returning to the Moor ; but, before his 
departure, he addressed a venerable old woman, 
who was spinning cotton at the door of one of the 
huts, and made signs that he was hungry j upon 
which she invited him to enter her hut, set before 
him a bowl of kouskous, and also procured corn 
for his horse. Mr Park presented her with one 
of his pocket-handkerchiefs. All day he travers- 
ed a fertile country ; the third day the track be- 
came more hilly, and he arrived at a watering- 
place belonging to the Foulahs, where he was re- 
ceived with great hospitality. Journeying on dur- 
ing the night, at the approach of some travellers 
he concealed himself among the thickets, where 
he sat, holding his horse by the nose, with both 
his hands, in equal danger from the travellers in 
the open ground, and the wild beasts by which 
the bushes were haunted. Next day, July 5th, he 
reached Wawra, a small town surrounded with 
high walls, inhabited by Mandingoes and Foulahs, 
subject to Bambarra. He was now beyond the 
boundaries of Ludamar and the tyranny of Ali. 
From Wawra Mr Park proceeded to Dingyee, 
where a Foulah, who received him with great hos- 
pitality, requested, at his departure, a lock of his 
hair to make a saphie, imagining that a saphie, 
formed of the hair of white men, would bestow 
