Niger

high lands, but the valleys were cultivated and
fertile, the air was clear and sweet, warmed and yet
drained by the windings of the Senegal river. Hills
towered on the skyline, blue-painted : in the
valleys the mimosa were in bloom. And through
those valleys the son of a peasant from the valley of
the Yarrow rode by the side of a black noble ex¬
changing genteel courtesies.
At noon they came on the town of Gungadi, with
a mosque that was turreted—t on the pinnacles of
which were placed six ostrich eggs ’. Evening
brought in sight the wide flow of the Senegal river
through a lush countryside. They halted for the
night in sight of that cool torrent, and next morning
marched up the river bank to the village of Sayee,
below a great cataract. The spray and the thunder
of it filled the air.
Across the river was the country of Kasson.
Mungo’s company halted and yelled and fired their
muskets till a canoe was paddled across the Senegal
to take them from Kajaaga’s inhospitable shores.
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