At length, about one in the morning, the whole party rose to depart, and, after conversing some time at the gate, all went away.

We now begged the interpreter, who with a few boys and men remained about us, to show us a place to sleep in, at which he seemed very much surprised, saying he thought we were very well accommodated where we were.

It was quite chilly, and we were very thinly clad and had brought no blankets, but all we could get after another hour's talk was a native mat and pillow, and a few old curtains to hang round three sides of the open shed and protect us a little from the cold breeze.

We passed the rest of the night very uncomfortably, and determined to return in the morning and not submit any longer to such shabby treatment.
We rose at daybreak, but it was near an hour before the interpreter made his appearance.

We then asked to have some coffee and to see the Pumbuckle, as we wanted a horse for Ali, who was lame, and wished to bid him adieu.