to bring an animal or two home to the camp, and that I found the Fraser shell answer all purposes for which it was intended.  The feats related by Capt.  Speke and Sir Samuel Baker are no longer matter of wonderment to the young ]sportsman, when he has a Lancaster or a Reilly in his hand.  After very few trials he can imitate them, if not excel their Leeds, provided he has a steady hand.  And it is to forward this end that this paragraph is written.  African game require “bone-crushers;” for any ordinary carbine possesses sufficient penetrative qualities, yet has not he disabling qualities which a gun must possess to be useful in the hands of an African explorer.

I had not been long at Bagamoyo before I went over to Mussoudi’s camp, to visit the “Livingstone caravan” which the British Consul had despatched on the first day of November, 1870, to the relief of Livingstone.  The number of packages was thirty-five, which required as many men to convey them to Unyanyembe.  The men chosen to escort this caravan were composed of Johannese and Wahiyow, seven in number.  Out of the seven, four were slaves.  They lived in clover here—­ thoughtless of the errand they had been sent upon, and careless of the consequences.  What these men were doing at Bagamoyo all this time I never could conceive, except indulging their own vicious propensities.  It would be nonsense to say there were no pagazis; because I know there were at least fifteen caravans which had started for the interior since the Ramadan (December 15th, 1870).  Yet Livingstone’s caravan had arrived at this little town of Bagamoyo November 2nd, and here it had been lying until the 10th February, in all, 100 days, for lack of the limited number of thirty-five pagazis, a number that might be procured within two days through consular influence.

Bagamoyo has a most enjoyable climate.  It is far preferable in every sense to that of Zanzibar.  We were able to sleep in the open air, and rose refreshed and healthy each morning, to enjoy our matutinal bath in the sea; and by the time the sun had risen we were engaged in various preparations for our departure for the interior.  Our days were enlivened by visits from the Arabs who were also bound for Unyanyembe; by comical scenes in the camp; sometimes by court-martials held on the refractory; by a boxing-match between Farquhar and Shaw, necessitating my prudent interference when they waxed too wroth; by a hunting excursion now and then to the Kingani plain and river; by social conversation with the old Jemadar and his band of Baluches, who were never tired of warning me that the Masika was at hand, and of advising me that my best course was to hurry on before the season for travelling expired.

Among the employees with the Expedition were two Hindi and two Goanese.  They had conceived the idea that the African interior was an El Dorado, the ground of which was strewn over with ivory tusks, and they had clubbed together; while their imaginations were thus heated, to embark in a little enterprise of their own.  Their names were Jako, Abdul Kader, Bunder Salaam, and Aranselar; Jako engaged in my service, as carpenter and general help; Abdul Kader as a tailor, Bunder Salaam as cook, and Aranselar as chief butler.