“There being no moon, it was remarkably dark; so that I was obliged to
lead my horse, and direct my way by the compass, which the lightning
enabled me to observe. In this manner I travelled with tolerable
expedition until past midnight; when the lightning became more distant,
and I was under the necessity of groping along, to the no small danger
of my hands and eyes. About two o’clock my horse started at something;
and, looking round, I was not a little surprised to see a light at
a short distance among the trees, and supposing it to be a town, I
groped along the sand in hopes of finding corn-stalks, cotton, or
other appearances of cultivation, but found none. As I approached, I
perceived a number of other lights in different places, and began to
suspect that I had fallen upon a party of Moors. However, in my present
situation, I was resolved to see who they were, if I could do it with
safety. I accordingly led my horse cautiously towards the light, and
heard by the lowing of the cattle, and the clamorous tongues of the
herdsmen, that it was a watering-place, and most likely belonged to
the Moors. Delightful as the sound of the human voice was to me, I
resolved once more to strike into the woods, and rather run the risk
of perishing with hunger, than trust myself again in their hands; but
being still thirsty, and dreading the approach of the burning day, I
thought it prudent to search for the wells, which I expected to find
at no great distance. In this pursuit I inadvertently approached so
near one of the tents as to to be perceived by a woman, who immediately
screamed out. The people came running to her assistance from some of
the neighbouring tents, and passed so very near me that I thought I was
discovered, and hastened again into the woods.
“About a mile from this place I heard a loud and confused noise,
somewhere to the right of my course, and in a short time was happy
to find it was the croaking of frogs, which was heavenly music to my
ears. I followed the sound, and at daybreak arrived at some shallow
muddy pools, so full of frogs that it was difficult to discern the
water. The noise they made frightened my horse, and I was obliged to
keep them quiet by beating the water with a branch until he had drunk.
Having here quenched my thirst, I ascended a tree, and the morning
being clear, I soon perceived the smoke of the watering-place which
I had passed in the night, and observed another pillar of smoke,
east-southeast, distant 12 or 14 miles.”
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