He was awakened by three Foulahs, who supposing him to be a Moor, pointed to the sun, and said it was time to pray.

Coming to a path leading southwards, which he followed until midnight, he arrived at a small pool of rain water.

Resting here for the night, the mosquitoes and flies prevented him from sleeping, and the howling of the wild beasts in the vicinity kept his horse in continual terror.
On the following morning, he came to a watering place belonging to the Foulahs, one of the shepherds invited him to come into his tent, and partake of some dates.

There was just room enough in this tent to sit upright, and the family and furniture were huddled together in the utmost confusion.

When Mr.Park had crept into it upon his hands and knees, he found in it a woman and three children, who with the shepherd and himself completely occupied the floor.