In a few hours I succeeded in obtaining an Arab highly recommended from Sheikh Hashid, whom I engaged at an advance of $100.  The young Arab, though not remarkably bright, seemed honest and able, but I left his further employment after reaching Unyanyembe to Dr. Livingstone, who would be able to decide then whether he was quite trustworthy.

The next day I collected the men of the new Livingstone Expedition together, and as it was dangerous to allow them to wander about the city, I locked them up in a courtyard, and fed them there, until every soul, fifty seven in number, answered to their names.

In the meantime, through the American Consul’s assistance, I obtained the services of Johari, the chief dragoman of the American Consulate, who was charged with the conduct of the party across the inundated plain of the Kingani, and who was enjoined on no account to return until the Expedition had started on its march from the western bank of the Kingani River.  Mr. Oswell Livingstone generously paid him a douceur for the promise of doing his work thoroughly.

A dhow having been brought to anchor before the American Consulate, I then addressed my old companions, saying, “You are now about to return to Unyanyembe, to the `Great Master’.  You know him; you know he is a good man, and has a kind heart.  He is different from me; he will not beat you, as I have done.  But you know I have rewarded you all—­how I have made you all rich in cloth and money.  You know how, when you behaved yourselves well, I was your friend.  I gave you plenty to eat and plenty to wear.  When you were sick I looked after you.  If I was so good to you, the `Great Master’ will be much more so.  He has a pleasant voice, and speaks kind.  When did you ever see him lift his hand against an offender?  When you were wicked, he did not speak to you in anger—­he spoke to you in tones of sorrow.  Now, will you promise me that you will follow him—­do what he tells you, obey him in all things, and not desert him?”

“We will, we will, my master!” they all cried, fervently.

“Then there is one thing more.  I want to shake hands with you all before you go—­and we part for ever;” and they all rushed up at once, and a vigorous shake was interchanged with each man.

“Now, let every man take up his load!”

In a short time I marched them out into the street, and to the beach; saw them all on board, and the canvas hoisted, and the dhow speeding westward on her way to Bagamoyo.

I felt strange and lonely, somehow.  My dark friends, who had travelled over so many hundreds of miles, and shared so many dangers with me, were gone, and I—­was left behind.  How many of their friendly faces shall I see again?

On the 29th, the steamer `Africa,’ belonging to the German Consulate, was chartered by a party of five of us, and we departed from Zanzibar to Seychelles, with the good wishes of almost all the European residents on the island.