A dish of boiled corn and dates was produced, and the master of the family, according to the custom of the country, first tasted it himself, and then offered a part to his guest.

Whilst Mr.Park was eating, the children kept their eyes fixed upon him and no sooner had their father pronounced the word _mazarini_, than they began to cry; their mother crept cautiously towards the door, and springing out of the tent, was instantly followed by her children; so truly alarmed were they at the name of a Christian.

Here Mr.Park procured some corn for his horse, in exchange for some brass buttons, and thanking the shepherd for his hospitality departed.

At sunset he came into the road which led to Bambarra, and in the evening arrived at Wawra, a negro town belonging to Kaarta.
Now secure from the Moors, and greatly fatigued, Mr.Park meeting with a hearty welcome from the dooty, rested himself at this place.
He slept soundly for two hours on a bullock's hide.

Numbers assembled to learn who the stranger was, and whence he came; some thought him an Arab, others a moorish sultan, and they debated the matter with such warmth, that their noise at length awoke him.