Instead of wading before the bullocks, to feel if the ground was solid the woman boldly entered the first swamp, seated upon the top of the load, but when she had proceeded about two hundred yards the bullock sunk into a hole, and threw both the load and herself amongst the reeds; she was nearly drowned before her husband went to her assistance.
At sunset they reached Sibity, but the dooty received Mr.Park very coolly, and when he solicited a guide to Sansanding, told him his people were otherwise engaged.

Mr.Park passed the night in a damp old hut, which he expected every moment would fall upon him; for when the walls of the huts are softened with the rain, they frequently become too weak to support the roof.

Mr Park heard three huts fall in during the night, and the following morning, saw fourteen in like manner destroyed.

The rain continued with great violence, and Mr.
Park being refused provisions by the dooty, purchased some corn, which he divided with his horse.
The dooty now compelled Mr.Park to leave Sibity, and accordingly he set out for Sansanding, with little hope of receiving better treatment, for he had discovered that it was universally believed, he had come to Bambarra as a spy; and as Mansong had not admitted him into his presence, the dooties of the different towns were at liberty to treat him as they pleased.

He arrived at Sansanding at sunset, where his reception was just what he expected.