remedies, he could think of at the time.  His brother bled him, and applied a strong blister to the region of the stomach, where the disorder seemed to be seated.  It was swollen and oppressed with pain, and he felt as if some huge substance lay upon his chest.  His mouth being dry and clogged, and his thirst burning and unquenchable, he drank so much water that his body was greatly swollen.  Towards evening, his ideas became confused and he grew delirious.  He afterwards described to his brother the horrible phantoms that disturbed him whilst in this state, and the delicious emotion that ran through his whole frame, when the dreadful vision had passed away.  Tears gushed from his eyes, a profuse perspiration, which had been so long checked, gave him immediate relief, and from that moment his health began to improve.

During this illness of John Lander, the natives made a most hideous noise by singing and drumming on the celebration of their fetish.  Richard went out with the hope of inducing them to be quiet, but they only laughed at him, and annoyed them the more; having no compassion whatever for the sufferings of a white man, and if they can mortify him by any means, they consider it a praiseworthy deed.  This day at noon, the sun stood at 99 degrees of Fahrenheit.

Early on Saturday the 24th, a hammock was prepared for John Lander, he being too weak to ride on horseback; and shortly wards they quitted the town of Accadoo, in much better spirits, than circumstances had led them to expect.  The hammock-men found their burden rather troublesome, nevertheless they travelled at a pretty quick pace, and between eight and nine o’clock, halted at a pleasant and comfortable village called Etudy.  The chief sent them a fowl and four hundred kowries; but they stopped only to take a slight refreshment, and to pay their respects.  They then proceeded through large plantations of cotton, indigo, Indian corn, and yams, and over stony fields, till between ten and eleven, when they entered the town of Chouchou.  They were almost immediately introduced to the chief, and from him into a ruinous hut, in a more filthy state than can be imagined.  No pigstye was ever half so bad.  Its late occupier had incurred the displeasure and hatred of the chief, because he happened to be very rich, and rather than pay a heavy fine, he ran away and joined his former enemies, and this partly accounted for the destitution and wretchedness around them.

Since leaving Jenna they met an incredible number of persons visited with the loss of one eye.  They assigned no other reason for their misfortune, than the heat and glare of the rays of the sun.