- We continued our journey, but, owing to a light supper the
preceding night we felt ourselves rather hungry this morning, and
endeavoured to procure some corn at a village, but without success.
My horse becoming weaker and weaker every day, was now of very
little service to me; I was obliged to drive him before me for the
greater part of the day, and did not reach Geosorro until eight
o'clock in the evening. I found my companions wrangling with the
dooty, who had absolutely refused to give or sell them any
provisions; and as none of us had tasted victuals for the last
twenty-four hours, we were by no means disposed to fast another day
if we could help it. But finding our entreaties without effect, and
being very much fatigued, I fell asleep, from which I was awakened
about midnight with the joyful information Kinne nata! ("The
victuals are come") This made the remainder of the night pass away
pleasantly, and at daybreak, July 19th, we resumed our journey,
proposing to stop at a village called Doolinkeaboo for the night
following. My fellow-travellers, having better horses than myself,
soon left me, and I was walking barefoot, driving my horse, when I
was met by a coffle of slaves, about seventy in number, coming from
Sego. They were tied together by their necks with thongs of a
bullock's hide, twisted like a rope - seven slaves upon a thong, and
a man with a musket between every seven.
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