ABSTRACT
August 2nd.—All was hurry, bustle, noise, and confusion, at a very early hour in the morning, in getting our things ready for starting; but we had to wait a long time outside our house, for the sultan’s long-expected letter to our most gracious sovereign. A mallam was at length perceived hurrying towards us with it; and after him came, mounted on a large bony horse, the venerable Arab chief. His appearance was stately and patriarchal in the extreme. But this crafty old man was not our friend, for he had misrepresented us and our goods to his master; and we had enjoyed an innocent kind of revenge, in administering to him, after repeated applications, a powerful dose of medicine, which, though harmless in its effects, had yet been very troublesome to him. Indeed it was not till we had ‘jalaped’ the sultan, his sister, and all the royal family, that we were permitted to take our farewell of Yaoorie.
