The next day, July 8, at day-break, the Moors went and stationed themselves on the summit of a hill.  There, prostrated with their faces turned towards the East, they waited for the rising of the sun, to perform their salam, which they begin the moment he appears in the horizon.  Mr. Kummer followed them, imitated them in all their ceremonies, and never failed in the sequel, to perform his devotions at the same time as they did.  The ceremony being over, the prince and his suite, continued their route in the direction of the South East, which again frightened the poor Toubabe; he thought that the Moors were going to resume their course to the North, and that in the end they would take him to Morocco; then he endeavoured to impart his uneasiness to Prince Muhammed, who at last comprehended him; but to make it quite clear, Mr. Kummer drew upon the sand, a part of the map of Africa; mean time, he heard them continually pronounce the word Andar, which did not at all diminish his alarms; but by the lines which he traced, he soon understood that the Moors meant the Isle of St. Louis; of which he was convinced when he had written the name of the European factory, by the side of that of Andar.  The Moors let him know that they had comprehended him; and shewed great joy that a white could understand their language.

At noon, they stopped on the side of a great pond or lake.  Mr. Kummer, who was extremely fatigued, lay down on the sand, and fell asleep immediately.  During his sleep, the Moors went to look for a fruit, produced by a tree which generally grows on the sides of these lakes (marigots).  They are bunches of little red berries, and very refreshing:  the Moors are very fond of them, and make great use of them.[34]

During this time, chance ordered it, that Mr. Rogery, who had also been taken by the Moors, stopped at the same place:  he was brought by some of the natives, who were taking him also to their sovereign Zaide:  he soon perceived Mr. Kummer lying with his face to the earth, and thought he was dead; at this sight, a mortal chillness pervaded all the limbs of the unfortunate Rogery; he deplored the loss of a friend, of a companion in misfortune:  he approached him trembling; but his grief was soon changed into joy, when he perceived that his friend still breathed; he took hold of him, and embraced him eagerly.  These two unfortunate men were transported with mutual joy, at meeting in the midst of their distress, with a fellow countryman.  Mr. Rogery had lost every thing; they had taken from him about forty pieces of 20 francs each, his watch, and all his effects:  he had nothing left but his shirt, a very bad pair of pantaloons, and a hat.  The wives of the Moors, and still more the children, had greatly tormented him; the latter, continually pinched him, and hindered him from taking a moment’s sleep.  His character was remarkably soured by this treatment, and his faculties rather impaired.