Mr.Park with great difficulty persuaded him that he knew nothing of gun-making, then, said he, you shall give me some knives and scissors immediately.

The boy, who acted as interpreter, declaring Mr.Park had no such articles, he hastily snatched up a musket, and would have shot the boy dead upon the spot, had not the Moors interfered, and made signs to the strangers to retreat.

The boy attempted to make his escape in the night, but was prevented by the Moors, who guarded both him, and his master, with the strictest attention.
On the 12th, Mr.Park and his guards departed for Benown, and reached the camp of Ali a little before sunset.

It was composed of a great number of dirty tents, scattered without order, amongst which appeared large herds of camels, cattle, and goats.

Mr.Park had no sooner arrived, than he was surrounded by such a crowd, that he could scarcely move.