a natural gap, such it seems to be, between porphyritic rocks rising on each side of the channel.  Between Songa and this place, the river is full of rocky islets and rapids, and these occur occasionally all the way down to Wonjerque, or the king’s ferry at the village of Comie, where it is all in one stream, about a quarter of a mile in width, and ten or twelve feet deep in the middle.  This is the great ferry of all the caravans to and from Nyffee, Houssa, and is only a few hours from Wawa.

On reaching this ferry, Clapperton was told, that, so far from his baggage having been sent on to Koolfu, it had been stopped at Wawa, by order of the governor; but this extraordinary proceeding was in some degree accounted for, as it appeared that although neither Clapperton nor Lander would have any thing to do with the corpulent widow Zuma, she was determined not to let them off so easily, and, to their great surprise, the travellers heard that she was at a neighbouring village, from which she sent them a present of some boiled rice and a fowl, giving them, at the same time, a pressing invitation to come and stop at her house.  The governor’s son informed Clapperton, that his baggage would not be allowed to leave Wawa till the widow Zuma was sent back.  “What the d—–­l have I to do with the widow?” asked Clapperton.—­“You have,” he replied; “and you must come back with me and take her.”  Clapperton, however, refused, in the most positive terms, to have any thing to do with or to say to her.  At this moment Lander returned from Boussa, whither he had followed his master, to acquaint him with the detention of his baggage; all of which was owing to the widow having left Wawa about half an hour after he did, with drums beating before her, and a train after her, first calling at his lodgings, before she waited on the governor.  It was also ascertained that she had given old Pascoe a female slave for a wife, without having previously asked the governor’s permission.  The widow had also intimated her intention to follow the travellers to Kano, whence she would return to make war on the governor, as she had done once before.  “This,” said Clapperton, “let me into their politics with a vengeance; it would indeed have been a fine end to my journey, if I had deposed old Mahommed, and set up for myself, with a walking tun-butt for a queen.”  Clapperton, however, determined to go back to Wawa, to release his baggage; and scarcely had he got there, when the arrival of the buxom widow was announced, her appearance and escort being as grand as she could make it, hoping thereby to make an impression upon the flinty hearts of the Europeans.  The following is the description of her dress and escort:—­ Preceding her marched a drummer, beating the instrument with all his power, his cap being profusely decked with ostrich feathers.  A bowman walked on foot, at the head of her horse, a long train following, consisting of tall, strong men, armed with spears, bows, and swords.  She rode on a fine horse, whose