His reluctance to partake of this fare exalted him in the eyes of his sage visitants; his host accordingly killed a sheep, and gave him a plentiful supper.
Mr.Park's route now lay through woods, much infested with all kinds of wild animals.

On one occasion, his guide suddenly wheeled his horse round, calling out (_Warra billi billi_, a very largo lion.) Mr.Park's steed was ill fitted to convey him from the scene of danger, but seeing nothing, he supposed his guide to be mistaken, when the latter exclaimed, "God preserve me;" and Mr.Park then saw a very large red lion, with his head couched between his fore paws.

His eyes were fixed, as by fascination, on this sovereign of the beasts, and he expected every moment the fatal spring; but the savage animal, either not pressed by hunger, or struck with some mysterious awe, remained immovable, and allowed the party to pass without molestation.

Real misery arose from a meaner cause, namely, the amazing swarms of mosquitoes, which ascended from the swamps and creeks, to whose attack, from the ragged state of his garments, he was exposed at every point, and so covered over with blisters, that he could not get any rest at night.

An affecting crisis next arrived.
His horse, the faithful and suffering companion of his journey, had been daily becoming weaker.