Chapter 1502 of 1964 · 66 words · ~1 min read

LXX.

Though travelled, I have never had the luck to Trace up those shuffling negroes, Nile or Niger, To that impracticable place Timbuctoo, Where Geography finds no one to oblige her With such a chart as may be safely stuck to-- For Europe ploughs in Afric like "_bos piger_:"[639] But if I _had been_ at Timbuctoo, there No doubt I should be told that black is fair.[lt][640]