The reflections, which now occurred to him, with the determination those reflections produced, are here given in his own words.  “Worn down by sickness, exhausted with hunger and fatigue, half naked, and without any article of value, by which I might procure provisions, clothes, or lodging, I was now convinced, that the obstacles to my further progress were insurmountable.  The tropical rains were already set in, the rice grounds and swamps were every where overflowed, and in a few days more, travelling of every kind, except by water, would be completely obstructed.  The kowries, which remained of the king of Bambarra’s present, were not sufficient to enable me to hire a canoe for any great distance, and I had little hope of subsisting by charity, in a country where the Moors have such influence.  I saw inevitable destruction in attempting to proceed to the eastward.  With this conviction on my mind, I hope it will be acknowledged, that I did right in going no further.  I had made every effort to execute my mission in its fullest extent, which prudence could justify.  Had there been the most distant prospect of a successful termination, neither the unavoidable hardships of the journey, nor the dangers of a second captivity should have forced me to desist.”

Mr. Park now acquainted the dooty with his intention of returning to Sego, proposing to travel along the southern side of the river, but the dooty informed him, that from the number of creeks and swamps on that side, it was impossible to travel by any other route than the northern bank, and even that route would soon be impassable from the overflowing of the river.  However, by the dooty’s recommendation, Mr. Park was conveyed to Moorzan in a canoe, where he hired another canoe for thirty kowries, which conveyed him to Kea, where, for forty kowries more, the dooty permitted him to sleep in the same hut with one of his slaves.  This poor negro, perceiving he was sickly, and his clothes very ragged, humanely lent him a large cloth to cover him for the night.

The following day Mr. Park set out for Madiboo, in company with the dooty’s brother, who promised to carry his saddle, which he had before left at Kea.  On their road they observed a great number of earthen jars, piled up on the bank of the river.  As they approached towards them, the dooty’s brother plucked up a large handful of herbage, which he threw upon them, making signs for Mr. Park to do the same, which he did.  The negro then informed him, that those jars belonged to some supernatural power, and were found in their present situation about two years ago, and that every traveller, as he passed them, from respect to the invisible proprietor, threw some grass upon the heap to defend them from the rain.  Thus conversing, they travelled on in the most friendly manner, until they perceived the footsteps of a lion, when the negro insisted that Mr. Park should walk before.  The latter refused, on which the negro, after a few high words, and menacing looks, threw down the saddle and left him.  Mr. Park having given up all hope of obtaining a horse, took off the stirrups and girth, and threw the saddle into the river.  The negro, however, when he saw the saddle in the water jumped in, and bringing it out by the help of his spear, ran away with it.