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TRAVELS IN NORTHERN AFRICA. 
CHAP. IX. 
gratitude. After about three hours my fit went gradually off, and 
my man holding me carefully on the camel, brought me at nightfall 
to the Kaffle, which had waited for me. We were encamped at 
Wad el Meseed o^jouJbl^, a river of no magnitude, running through 
steep sandy cliffs. We had made about twenty miles west-north- 
west. 
Friday, 24th March. — I found myself very weak, but much 
better. Belford continued quite deaf, but we were in high spirits 
at the idea that our journey would soon be at an end, and that we 
should once again behold our dear friends. We proceeded at seven, 
our road being chiefly along the sea-coast. At eleven passed Wad 
el Eamle, or " the sandy river," which is a small stream, running 
through sand hills : on its borders are luxuriant fields of corn. At 
three the man whom I had sent forward with a letter to the Consul 
brought me news that he proposed coming out to meet us. At four 
we entered Tejoura xj^^- I was on a camel anxiously looking out 
for him, when himself, his two sons. Dr. Dickson, and Messrs. Car- 
stensen, came galloping towards us. I soon slipped down on my legs, 
but was obliged to stop them, for they would otherwise have passed 
on without recognizing either Belford or myself, so much was our 
appearance altered. We pitched our tent in a space near the great 
Mosque, and passed the evening most agreeably. The Consul's 
sons remained with me, but the rest of the party were obliged to 
go on to Tripoli, promising to meet me on the morrow, and to ' 
accompany me into the town. We had a fine Arab supper cooked 
by Lizari's ISTegress, and were all Kaffirs enough to drink wine, and 
even to eat some pork, when Lizari was out of the way. 
Saturday, March 25th, 1820. — Exactly one year from the day we 
left Tripoli, we re-entered the town, accompanied by the Consul and 
Mr. Carstensen. All our friends received us most kindly, and I 
was fortunately enabled on that evening to send a letter to Lord 
