The latter were acquainted with white men, and respected them; whereas, in the east, the people had never seen one, and would certainly destroy the first they beheld.

Park, thanking the king for his affectionate concern, told him he was determined, notwithstanding all danger, to proceed.

The king shook his head, but desisted from further persuasion, and ordered the guide to hold himself in readiness.
On the guide making his appearance, Park took his last farewell of the good old king, and in three hours reached Konjour, a small village, where he and his party rested for the night.

Here he bought a fine sheep for some beads, and his attendants killed it, with all the ceremonies prescribed by their religion.

Part of it was dressed for supper, after which a dispute arose between one of the negroes and Johnson, the interpreter, about the sheep's horns.