The next morning, however, when the dooty was gone to the fields, his wife sent Mr.Park a handful of meal, which, mixed with water, served him for breakfast.
He departed from Doolinkeaboo in company with two negroes, who were going to Sego.

They stopped at a small village, where an acquaintance of one of the negroes invited them to a public entertainment.

They distributed with great liberality a dish called _sinkatoo_, made of sour milk, meal, and beer.

The women were admitted into the society, a circumstance which had never come under Mr.Park's observation before; every one drank as he pleased; they nodded to each other when about to drink, and on setting down the calabash, commonly said _berha_ (thank you.) Both men and women were in a state of intoxication, but were far from being quarrelsome.
Mr.Park and the two negroes then resumed their journey, and passed several large villages, where the former was constantly taken for a Moor, and with his horse, which he drove before him, afforded much mirth to the Bambarrans.

"He has been at Mecca," says one; "you may see that by his clothes." Another asked him if his horse was sick?
A third wished to purchase it, &c., and even the negroes at last seemed ashamed of his company.