was wonderful to see how well she did when the big man-of-war, only about 200 feet off, plunged so as to show a large portion of copper oh her bottom, then down behind so as to have the sea level with the top of her bulwarks.  A boat hung at that level was smashed.  If we had gone down we could not have been helped in the least—­pitch dark, and wind whistling above; the black folks, ‘ane bocking here, another there,’ and wanting us to go to the ‘bank.’  On 18th the weather moderated, and, the captain repeating his very kind offer, I went on board with a good conscience, and even then the boat got damaged.  I was hoisted up in it, and got rested in what was quite a steady ship as compared with the ‘Lady Nyassa.’  The ‘Ariel’ was three days cutting off the hawser, though nine feet under water, the men diving and cutting it with immensely long chisels.  On the 19th we spoke to a Liverpool ship, requesting the captain to report me alive, a silly report having been circulated by the Portuguese that I had been killed at Lake Nyassa, and on the 24th we entered Mozambique harbor, very thankful for our kind and merciful preservation.  The ‘Orestes’ has not arrived with the ‘Pioneer,’ though she is a much more powerful vessel than the ‘Ariel.’  Here we have a fort, built in 1500, and said to be of stones brought from Lisbon.  It is a square massive-looking structure.  The town adjacent is Arab in appearance.  The houses flat-roofed and colored white, pink, and yellow; streets narrow, with plenty of slaves on them.  It is on an island, the mainland on the north being about a mile off.”

The “Pioneer” was delivered over to the Navy, being Her Majesty’s property, and proceeded to the Cape with the “Valorous,” Mr. Waller being on board with a portion of the mission flock.  Of Mr. Waller (subsequently editor of the Last Journals) Dr. Livingstone remarked that “he continued his generous services to all connected with the Mission, whether white or black, till they were no longer needed; his conduct to them throughout was truly noble, and worthy of the highest praise.”

After remaining some weeks at Mozambique for thorough repairs, the “Lady Nyassa” left on 16th April for Johanna and Zanzibar.  She was unable to touch at the former place, and reached Zanzibar on the 24th.  Offers were made for her there, which might have led to her being sold, but her owner did not think them sufficient, and in point of fact, he could not make up his mind to part with her.  He clung to the hope that she might yet be useful, and to sell her seemed equivalent to abandon all hope of carrying out his philanthropic schemes.  At all events, till he should consult Mr. Young he would not sell her at such a sacrifice.  At Zanzibar he found that a naval gentleman, who had been lately there, had not spoken of him in the most complimentary terms.  But it had not hurt him with his best friends.  “Indeed, I find that evil-speaking against me has, by the good providence of my God, turned rather to my benefit.  I got two of my best friends by being spoken ill of, for they found me so different from what they had been led to expect that they befriended me more than they otherwise would have done.  It is the good hand of Him who has all in his power that influences other hearts to show me kindness.”