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very feverish, not being able to get any sleep for the rats at night. 
I kept my room all day ; the King sent a pot of palm wine in the 
evening. Adoo Quamina called. 
Friday 3. Whilst writing letters, Apokoo sent his compliments 
and would be happy to see me ; I went, and he said he was sorry 
he had not seen me for some days. I told him I was sick the two 
former days, and to-day was writing to my family how I liked 
Ashantee ; he hoped I would give the King a good name in Eng- 
land. I should tell truth. He enquired if I would like to see his 
croom (village.) I replied yes I He was going there this evening, 
and if no palaver came, he would send his people for me in the 
morning, to carry me. He asked if I was not for one of his daugh- 
ters, that he might be called my father. He then enquired why I 
did not wear my hair tied, and Jet my beard grow ; he recollected 
Colonel Torrane and Mr. White having tails at the siege of Anna- 
maboe,| and they looked very handsome. He requested me to 
show him the skin of my arm, he gazed on it with seeming plea- 
sure, begged I would allow him to touch it ; on receiving permis- 
sion, he rubbed his hand over it, exclaiming " Papa Taffia" (very 
handsome) and repeated his invitation to go to the croom. I took 
my leave. 
As I was going home I met a man white- washed, carrying a 
vessel covered over with a white cloth : this I have been often told 
is Tando fetish, but can learn nothing more. Music and a great 
crowd went with it to Adoo Quamina's house, at the front of which 
they put it down, and sacrificed a child of Cudjoo Cooma*§, the 
Akim revolter, over it, as an annual sacrifice of the King's. 
Saturday 4. Apokoo sent his people for me in the morning, who 
took me to his croom, about three miles S. W. of Coomassie. The 
road was in good order, and newly cut on account of my going ; 
his slaves all turned out to see me, many of them never having seen 
