of any, but the people on the banks, he said, were very bad.  They asked him, if he thought the chief would send a messenger with them, if they were to request him, even one day’s journey from this place.  Without the least hesitation, he answered:  “No; the people of this country can go no further down the river; if they do, and are caught, they will lose their heads.”  Every town that he knew of on the banks of the river, was at war with its neighbour, and all the rest likewise.  They then asked him how far Bornou was from Funda.  To which, he replied, “Fifteen days journey.”  Here their conversation was interrupted by the old chief, who wished to return to the village, and the mallam was obliged to accompany him.  They likewise learnt from other persons, that directly opposite, on the eastern bank, was the common path to the city of Funda, which, as they had been told at Fof, was situated three days journey up the Tshadda from the Niger; that the large river which they had observed on their course, was the celebrated Shar, Shary, or Sharry of travellers, or which is more proper than either, the Tshadda, as it is universally called throughout the country.  They were also informed that the smaller stream which they passed on the 19th, flowing from the same direction, was the Coodania.

On Wednesday the 27th October, they made preparations for starting, and after experiencing rather hostile treatment from the natives, they arrived at a village called Abbazacca, where they saw an English iron bar, and feasted their eyes on the graceful cocoa-nut tree, which they had not seen so long.

It was the intention of the chief of Abbazacca to send a man with them as messenger, to a large town, of which he said that his brother was governor, but on maturer reflection, he determined to accompany them himself, expecting to obtain an adequate reward.  In consequence of the lightness of his canoe, and its superiority to the old one, which they had got at Zagozhi, the chief passed them with the utmost facility, and touched at various towns and villages, to inform their inhabitants of the fact of the Christians journeying down the river, and that they had come from a country he had never heard of.

In the course of the day they came abreast of a village of pretty considerable extent, intending to pass it by on the other side; they had, however, no sooner made their appearance, than they were lustily hailed by a little squinting fellow, who kept crying out as loud as is lungs would permit him:  “Holloa! you Englishmen, you come here!” They felt no inclination to obey the summons, being rather anxious to get to the town mentioned to them by the chief of Abbazacca; and as the current swept them along past the village, they took no notice of the little man, and they had already sailed beyond the landing place, when they were overtaken by about a dozen canoes, and the people in them desiring them to turn back, for that they had forgotten to pay their respects