five hundred miles over, where we had no towns to lodge at, and,

indeed, expected none but the city Jarawena, which we had yet two

days' march to; the desert, however, had some few woods in it on

this side, and little rivers, which ran all into the great river

Udda; it was in a narrow strait, between little but very thick

woods, that we pitched our camp that night, expecting to be

attacked before morning. As it was usual for the Mogul Tartars to

go about in troops in that desert, so the caravans always fortify