The dooty, however, who had been at Gambia, at last interposed, and assured them that he was certainly a white man, but from his appearance a very poor one.
In the afternoon, the dooty examined Mr.Park's bag, but finding nothing valuable, returned it and told him to depart in the morning.
Accordingly Mr.Park set out, accompanied by a negro, but they had not proceeded above a mile, when the ass upon which the negro rode, kicked him off, and he returned, leaving Mr.Park to travel by himself.

About noon he arrived at a town, called Dingyee, where he was hospitably entertained by an old Foulah.
When Mr.Park was about to depart on the following day, the Foulah begged a lock of his hair, because "white men's hair made a saphie, that would give to the possessor all the knowledge of white men." Mr.
Park instantly complied with his request, but his landlord's thirst for learning was such, that he had cropped one side of his head, and would have done the same with the other, had not Mr.Park signified his disapprobation, and told him that he wished to preserve some of this precious ware.
After travelling several days, without meeting with any occurrence of particular note.

Mr.Park arrived at Doolinkeaboo, where the dooty, at his request, gave him a draught of water, which is usually given as an earnest of greater hospitality.

Mr.Park promised himself here a good supper and a comfortable bed, but he had neither the one nor the other.

The night was rainy and tempestuous, and the dooty limited his hospitality to the draught of water.