bout thirty miles distant.

A violent thunder-storm, which on the coast is called a tornado,
visited them this afternoon, and confined them to the "worst hut's
worse room" till it had subsided, and the weather become finer. At
three p.m. they sallied forth, and were presently saluted by
hootings, groanings, and hallooings from a multitude of people of all
ages, from a child to its grandmother, and they followed closely at
their heels, as they went along, filling the air with their laughter
and raillery. A merry-andrew at a country town in England, during the
Whitsuntide holidays, never excited so great a stir as did the
departure of the travellers from the town of Wow. But it is "a fool's
day," and, no doubt, some allowance ought to be made for that.
They had not proceeded more than a dozen paces from the outskirts of
the town, when they were visited by a pelting shower, which wetted
them to the skin in a moment. A gutter or hollow, misnamed a pathway,
was soon overflowed, and they had to wade in it up to their knees in
water, and through a most melancholy-looking forest, before they
entered a village. It was called _Sagba,_ and was about eight miles
from Wow. They were dripping wet on their arrival, and the weather
still continuing unpleasant, it was some time before any one made his
appearance to invite them into a hut. At length the chief came out to
welcome them to his village, and immediately introduced them into a
long, narrow apartment, wherein they were to take up their quarters
for the night. It was built of clay, and furnished with two
apertures, to admit light and air into the room. One end was occupied
by a number of noisy goats, whilst the travellers took possession of
the other. Pascoe and his wife lay on mats at their feet, and a
native Toby Philpot, with his ruddy cheek and jug of ale, belonging
to the chief, separated them from the goats. The remainder of the
suite of the travellers had nowhere whatever to sleep. The walls of
their apartment were ornamented with strings of dry, rattling, human
bones, written charms, or fetishes, sheep skins, and bows and arrows.
They did not repose nearly so comfortably as could have been desired,
owing to the swarms of mosquitoes and black ants, which treated them
very despitefully till the morning.

Between six and seven on the morning of the 2nd April, they continued
their route through woods and large open patches of ground, and at
about eleven in the forenoon, th