language he had taken some lessons while in France, and which he accompanied with profound salutations:  “Receive,” said he, “in your tents, the son of an unfortunate Mahometan woman, whom I am going to join in Upper Egypt; a shipwreck has thrown me on your coast, and I come in the name of the great prophet, to ask you for hospitality and assistance.”  At the name of the great prophet, Mr. Kummer bowed his face to the earth, and made the customary salutation:  the Moors did the same, and doubted not but that they saw, before them, a follower of Mahomet.

They received him with joy, asked him to enter their tents, and to give a short account of his adventures.  Milk, and flour of millet, were given him, and this food revived his strength.  Then the Moors made him promise to conduct them to the place where the long-boat had stranded; they hoped to get possessions of the numerous effects, which they supposed the persons shipwrecked to have abandoned on the shore.  Having made this promise, Mr. Kummer went to examine the tents, and the flocks of the chief of this tribe who conducted him himself, and boasted of his wealth and his dignity:  he told him that he was the Prince Fune Fahdime Muhammed, son of Liralie Zaide, King of the Moors, called Trazas, and that, when he returned from the sea coast, he would take him to the King, his father, and that he would see there, his numerous slaves, and his innumerable flocks.  While they were walking about the camp, Prince Muhammed perceived that Mr. Kummer had a watch:  he desired to see it; of course, he could not refuse to shew it; the prince took it, and told Mr. Kummer that he would return it him when they should arrive at Andar, which promise he punctually performed.  They arrived at last at the head of the flock, and our naturalist was astonished at the extraordinary care which these people take of their beasts.  The horses and camels were in a separate place, and the whole flock was on the border of a large salt pond; behind them, the slaves had formed a line of fires of great extent, to drive away the mosquitoes and other insects, which torment these animals:  they were all remarkably beautiful.  While traversing, with the chief, the various quarters of the camp, Mr. Kummer beheld with surprise, their manner of cleaning their beasts.  Upon an order of the Prince, the men, charged with this employment, take the strongest oxen by the horns, and throw them down on the sand with astonishing ease; the slaves then take the animal, and clear its whole body from the insects, which, notwithstanding the fires that surround the flocks, get among the hair of the cattle, which they torment cruelly.  After this first operation, they are washed with care, particularly the cows, which are then milked.  These various operations generally employ the slaves, and even the masters, till eleven o’clock at night.  Mr. Kummer was afterwards invited to repose in the Prince’s tent; but before, he could go to sleep, he was assailed with