Mr.
Park having given up all hope of obtaining a horse, took off the stirrups and girth, and threw the saddle into the river.

The negro, however, when he saw the saddle in the water jumped in, and bringing it out by the help of his spear, ran away with it.
Mr.Park now continued his course alone, and in the afternoon reached Madiboo.

His guide, who had got there before him, being afraid he should complain of his conduct, restored the saddle, and Mr.Park also found his horse alive.
On the 1st of August, Mr.Park proceeded to Nyamere, where he remained three days, on account of the continual rain.

On the 5th, he again set out, but the country was so deluged, that he had to wade across creeks for miles together, knee-deep in water.

He at length arrived at Nyara, and on the subsequent day, with great difficulty reached a small village called Nemaboo.
Mr.Park being assured that in the course of a few days, the country would be overflowed, was anxious to engage a fellow traveller, when a Moor and his wife who were going to Sego, riding on bullocks, agreed to take him along with them; they were, however, unacquainted with the road, and were very bad travellers.