The great sufferings, both mental and bodily, I had undergone at the death and burial of my master, and the constant agitation in which I was kept, occasioned a rapid increase in my disorder; and on the 16th I could with difficulty crawl round my hut, and was obliged to lay myself on my mat, from which I had not strength to arise till the 27th; old Pascoe, during that period, being very kind and attentive to me. In the course of this day (27th) the Gadado, Malem Moodie, and Sidi Sheik, came with a commission from the sultan to search my boxes, as he had been informed they were filled with gold and silver; but, to their great amazement, found I had not sufficient money to defray my expenses to the sea-coast. They, however, took an inventory of all my articles, and carried it to Bello. The gold watch intended for him, and the private watches of Captains Clapperton and Pearce, I had taken the precaution to conceal about my person. In a short time the Gadado and his companions returned with a message from the sultan, commanding me to deliver to them the following articles, viz. a rifle-gun, double-barrelled ditto, two bags of ball, a canister of powder, a bag of flints, a ream and a half of paper, and six gilt chains, for which he promised to give me whatever I might ask. I consequently charged him 245,000 cowries, which I was to receive from Hadji Hat Sallah, at Kano; and an order was given me to receive this sum, and, what more I might require in my journey over the Great Desert. A letter was also sent by me to Hadji Hat Sallah. * * * * * SONG. My Mary of the curling hair, The laughing teeth, and bashful air, Our bridal morn is dawning fair, With blushes in the skies. _Shule! Shule! Shule, agra! Shule asucur, agus shule, aroon!_[2] My love! my pearl! My own dear girl! My mountain maid arise! Wake, linnet of the osier grove! Wake, trembling, stainless, virgin dove! Wake, nestling of a parent's love! Let Moran see thine eyes. _Shule, Shule, &c._ I am no stranger, proud and gay, To win thee from thy home away, And find thee, for a distant day, A theme for wasting signs. _Shule, Shule, &c._ But we were known from infancy, Thy father's hearth was home to me, No selfish love was mine for thee, Unholy and unwise. _Shule, Shule, &c._ And yet, (to see what love can do!) Though calm my hope has burned, and true, My cheek is pale and worn for you, And sunken are mine eyes! _Shule, Shule, &c._ But soon my love shall be my bride And happy by our own fire-side, My veins shall feel the rosy tide, That lingering Hope denies. _Shule, Shule, &c._ My Mary of the curling hair, The laughing teeth and bashful air, Our bridal morn is dawning fair, With blushes in the skies. _Shule! Shule! Shule, agra! Shule, asucur, agus shule, aroon!_ My love! my pearl! My own dear girl! My mountain maid, arise!--_The Collegians_