Clapperton now tried every thing in his power to induce his guide to
proceed, without waiting for the escort; but El Wordee and the
shreef, who were the most pusillanimous rascals he ever met with,
effectually dissuaded him from it.
He was much amused with a conversation he overheard between the blind
shreef and his servant, respecting himself and his intended journey.
"That Abdallah," says the servant, "is a very bad man; he has no more
sense than an ass, and is now going to lead us all to the devil, if
we will accompany him. I hope, master, you are not such a fool."
"Yes," ejaculated the shreef, "it was a black day when I joined that
kafir; but if I don't go with him; I shall never see the sultan; and
when I return to Kano without any thing, the people will laugh at me
for my pains."
"Why did you not talk to him," said the servant, "about the dangers
of the road?"
"D - n his father!" replied the shreef; "I have talked to him, but
these infidels have no prudence."
Clapperton now called out, "A thousand thanks to you, my lord
shreef."
"May the blessings of God be upon you!" exclaimed the shreef.
