Ongo--Weariness of my Attendants--Bivouac--Alarm of my Horse at the Neighbourhood of Wild Beasts--Terror of the Natives--Their Kindness--Establishment for Mahomedan Converts--Singular Custom--My Anxiety to find Terrasso-weea, who had been present at the Death of Mungo Park--Loss of my Sand-glass--Its Construction--Adofoodia--The Market-Place--Reception by the King--Interview with Terrasso-weea--Ceremony of welcoming me--His Stores--Discovery of an Old Acquaintance--Narrative of his Adventures--Terrasso-weea’s House--His Wives--Inquire of him Particulars of the Fate of Mungo Park--His Relation of the Death of that Intrepid Traveller--Terrasso-weea an Eye Witness of it--Park’s Property seized by the King--His Despotic Character--Flight of Terrasso-weea--My Palaver with the King--Hospitality of the Merchant--Information obtained respecting Timbuctoo--Market of Adofoodia. After leaving the town of Ongo we were met by several women carrying fowls and water yams. Some of these we were fortunate enough to purchase, in exchange for some needles and thimbles. We had now an excellent stock of provision, and we kept the fowls alive till we should require them for consumption. My poor fellows began to complain much of sore feet and fatigue, telling me that “black master only want man go long way when he make war one day; but white man make poor black man walk plenty every day till him belly sore; then soon black man die.” No doubt my poor fellows were extremely tired, as I was myself, though I rode more than half the distance. I felt much for them, and sometimes showed them the wound on my leg, and asked them how they could complain when a white man, and in their hot country, could stand the march with such a wound; but their reply was invariably, “White man different to black man; _black man lie down and die, suppose his leg bad like mine_.” At thirty-three miles I proposed to encamp for the night. This proposal was readily assented to by my tired companions. We accordingly selected a convenient spot at some little distance from the path, where we kindled a fire, having plenty of wood close at hand. We soon prepared a good mess, and having also cut some grass for my horse, and given him a few heads of corn, which we had saved from the previous night, we all began, like the natives, to eat at the same table, and in a short time fell fast asleep. Having left a good fire, we were not afraid of wild beasts approaching us while the fire continued to burn brightly, but serpents are very apt to come where there is fire. In fact, the natives often make large fires for the purpose of attracting a certain species of snake, which, when the fire is extinguished, feast greedily on the ashes.