On their road they observed a great number of earthen jars, piled up on the bank of the river.

As they approached towards them, the dooty's brother plucked up a large handful of herbage, which he threw upon them, making signs for Mr.Park to do the same, which he did.

The negro then informed him, that those jars belonged to some supernatural power, and were found in their present situation about two years ago, and that every traveller, as he passed them, from respect to the invisible proprietor, threw some grass upon the heap to defend them from the rain.

Thus conversing, they travelled on in the most friendly manner, until they perceived the footsteps of a lion, when the negro insisted that Mr.Park should walk before.

The latter refused, on which the negro, after a few high words, and menacing looks, threw down the saddle and left him.