if he procured a proper guide over the hills to a town called Sibidooloo, he had no doubt but he might travel forwards through Manding.  Being informed that a jilli-kea, or singing-man, was about to depart for Sibidooloo, Mr. Park set out in company with him; but when they had proceeded up a rocky glen about two miles, the singing-man discovered that he had brought him the wrong road, as the horse-road lay on the other side of the hill.  He then threw his drum upon his back, and mounted up the rocks, where, indeed, no horse could follow him, leaving Mr. Park to admire his agility, and trace out a road for himself.

Mr. Park rode back to the level ground, and following a path, on which he observed the marks of horses’ feet, came to some shepherds’ huts, where he was informed that he was on the right road to Sibidooloo.  In the evening he arrived at a village called Kooma, situated in a delightful valley.  This village is the sole property of a Mandingo merchant, who fled thither with his family during a former war.  The harmless villagers surrounded Mr. Park, asked him a thousand questions about his country, brought corn and milk for himself, and grass for his horse, and appeared very anxious to serve him.

On the 25th, he departed from Kooma, in company with two shepherds, who were going towards Sibidooloo; but as the horse travelled slowly, and with great difficulty, the shepherds kept walking on at a considerable distance, when on a sudden Mr. Park heard some people calling to each other, and presently a loud screaming, as from a person in great distress.  He rode slowly to the place whence the noise proceeded, and in a little time perceived one of the shepherds lying among the long grass near the road.  When Mr. Park came close to him, he whispered that a party of armed men had seized his companion, and shot two arrows at himself, as he was making his escape.  Mr. Park now stopped to consider what course it was most proper for him to pursue, and looking round, saw, at a small distance, a man sitting on the stump of a tree, and six or seven more sitting among the grass, with muskets in their hands.  He had now no hopes of escaping, and therefore rode on towards them, in hopes they were elephant hunters.  On coming up to them, he inquired if they had caught any thing, when one of them ordered him to dismount, but appearing suddenly to recollect himself, made signs to him to proceed.  He accordingly rode past, but was soon followed by the men, who ordered him to stop, and informed him, that the king of the Foulahs had sent them to bring him his horse, and all that belonged to him, to Fooladoo.  Mr. Park turned round, and went with them, till they came to a dark part of the wood, when one of them said, “This place will do,” and immediately snatched his hat from his head, another drew a knife, and cut off a metal button that remained upon his waistcoat, and put it into his pocket.  They then searched Mr. Park’s pockets, examined every part of his apparel,