On the 21st of June, after an agreeable voyage of thirty days, he
arrived at Jillifica, a town on the northern bank of the Gambia, in the
kingdom of Barra. From this place after a stay of two days he proceeded
up the Gambia, in the waters of which were found prodigious numbers
of fish of unknown species, together with alligators and hippopotami,
whose teeth furnish excellent ivory. Park, having quitted the Endeavour
at Jonkakonda, proceeded thence by land; and reaching Pisania, a small
British factory in the King of Yam’s dominions, on the 5th of July took
up his residence at the house of Dr. Laidley, until he should be able
to prosecute his journey into the interior.
Our traveller’s first care now was to render himself master of the
Mandingo language, which in this part of Africa is in general use; and
to collect from every source within his power information respecting
the countries he was about to visit. In the language his progress
depended on his own application; but he soon found that little or no
reliance could be placed on the accounts of the interior furnished him
by the natives, who on the most material points were frequently in
direct contradiction with each other. His anxiety to examine and judge
for himself was therefore increased. However, besides that the rainy
season, which had now commenced, rendered travelling impracticable,
another equally insuperable bar to the speedy prosecution of his
journey quickly presented itself. In observing on the 31st of July
an eclipse of the moon, he imprudently exposed himself to the night
dew, and next day he found himself attacked by fever and delirium,
which were the commencement of an illness that with a very trifling
intermission confined him during two months within doors. “The care and
attention of Dr. Laidley contributed greatly,” says Park, “to alleviate
my sufferings; his company and conversation beguiled the tedious
hours during that gloomy season when the rain falls in torrents; when
suffocating heats oppress by day, and when the night is spent by the
terrified traveller in listening to the croaking of frogs (of which the
numbers are beyond imagination), the shrill cry of the jackal, and the
deep howling of the hyena; a dismal concert, interrupted only by the
roar of such tremendous thunder as no person can form a conception of
but those who have heard it.”
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