and I go on the plan put forth by a little girl in Scotland who saw a cow coming to her in a meadow, ’O boo! boo! you no hurt me, I no hurt you.’”

At Tette one of his occupations was to fit up a sugar-mill, the gift of Miss Whately, of Dublin, and some friends.  To that lady he writes a long letter of nineteen pages.  He tells her he had just put up her beautiful sugar-mill, to show the natives what could be done by machinery.  Then he adverts to the wonderful freedom from sickness that his party had enjoyed in the delta of the Zambesi, and proceeds to give an account of the Shire Valley and its people.  He finds ground for a favorable contrast between the Shire natives and the Tette Portuguese: 

“They (the natives) have fences made to guard the women from the alligators, all along the Shire:  at Tette they have none, and two women were taken past our vessel in the mouths of these horrid brutes.  The number of women taken is so great as to make the Portuguese swear every time they speak of them, and yet, when I proposed to the priest to make a collection for a fence, and offered twenty dollars, he only smiled.  You Protestants don’t know all the good you do by keeping our friends of the only true and infallible Church up to their duty.  Here, and in Angola, we see how it is, when they are not provoked—­if not to love, to good works....

“On telling the Makololo that the sugar-mill had been sent to Sekeletu by a lady, who collected a sum among other ladies to buy it, they replied, ’O na le pelu’—­she has a heart.  I was very proud of it, and so were they.

“...  With reference to the future, I am trying to do what I did before—­obey the injunction, ’Commit thy way to the Lord, trust also in Him, and He shall bring it to pass.’  And I hope that He will make some use of me.  My attention is now directed specially to the fact that there is no country better adapted for producing the raw materials of English manufactures than this....

“See to what a length I have run.  I have become palaverist.  I beg you to present my respectful salutation to the Archbishop and Mrs. Whately, and should you meet any of the kind contributors, say how thankful I am to them all.”

From Tette he writes to Sir Roderick Murchison, 7th February, 1860, urging his plan for a steamer on Lake Nyassa:  “If Government furnishes the means, all right; if not, I shall spend my book-money on it.  I don’t need to touch the children’s fund, and mine could not be better spent.  People who are born rich sometimes become miserable from a fear of becoming poor; but I have the advantage, you see, in not being afraid to die poor.  If I live, I must succeed in what I have undertaken; death alone will put a stop to my efforts.”

A month after he writes to the same friend, from Kongone, 10th March, 1860, that he is sending Rae home for a vessel: