thinking as themselves, and they encouraged them to proceed to another village, which they said was at no great distance.  They, therefore, quitted Benikenny, yet no village could be seen, and then the escort confessed that they had deceived them, in order that they might arrive at Kiama before night.  The sun had gone down on their quitting the halting place, but the moon and stars supplied them with a cooler and more agreeable light, and they journeyed on through the forest more slowly than before.  In spite of their fatigue, they could not help admiring the serenity and beauty of the evening, nor be insensible to the delicious fragrance shed around from trees and shrubs.  The appearance of their warlike and romantic escort, was also highly amusing.  They were clad in the fashion of the east, and sought their way between the trees on their right and left; but sometimes they fell in their rear, and then again dashed suddenly by them with astonishing swiftness, looking as wild as the scenery through which their chargers bounded.  The effect was rendered more imposing by the reflection of the moon-beams from their polished spears, and the pieces of silver which were affixed to their caps; while the luminous firefly appeared in the air like rising and falling particles of flame.

John Lander’s horse was unable from weakness and exhaustion to carry him further than Benikenny, so that he was obliged to walk the remainder of the journey to Kiama, which was full six miles.  About eight o’clock, Kiama appeared before them, and in a few minutes they entered the city, and rode directly to the king’s house.  He came out to receive them, after having waited outside a very short time, and welcomed them with much satisfaction and good will.  He was an elderly man, almost toothless, and had a beard as white as wool.  Nothing remarkable was observed in his dress or appearance.  His first question was respecting the health of their sovereign, and his second and last respecting their own welfare.  He seemed to be exceedingly well pleased at seeing Richard Lander again.  They then took their leave, and were conducted by one of his slaves to a hut, or rather an assemblage of huts, adjoining his own residence.  The huts, however, were not entirely to their satisfaction, for many of them had only one aperture in each, which was scarcely three feet square, so that they could not get into them excepting on their hands and knees.  They were, besides, so very warm and close, that they found great difficulty in breathing, and in consequence they preferred a hut which was cooler and better ventilated, though it had the inconvenience of a thoroughfare.  No sooner were they securely housed, than half a dozen of the king’s wives introduced themselves with huge calabashes of sour milk, fried pancakes, and beef stewed in rice, the first they had yet seen.  Variously coloured mats, of excellent workmanship, were afterwards brought for their use, and with thankful hearts and comfortable feelings, they laid themselves down to rest.