At this time of the day, the Moors are stretched at length in their tents, either asleep or unwilling to move, and Mr.Park has often felt the wind so hot, that he could not hold his hand in the current of air, which came through the crevices of his hut, without feeling sensible pain.
During Mr.Park's stay, a child died in an adjoining tent.

The mother and relations immediately began the death howl, in which they were joined by several female visitors.

He had no opportunity of seeing the burial, which is performed secretly during night, near the tent.
They plant a particular shrub over the grave, which no stranger is allowed to pluck, nor even touch.
About the same time a moorish wedding was celebrated, the ceremony of which is thus described by Mr.Park.

"In the evening the tabala or large drum was beaten to announce a wedding, which was held at one of the neighbouring tents.

A great number of people of both sexes assembled, but without that mirth and hilarity which take place at a negro wedding; here there was neither singing nor dancing, nor any other amusement that I could perceive.