of my arrival at Zanzibar, the organization and equipment of the
"`New York Herald' Expedition" was complete; tents and saddles had
been manufactured, boats and sails were ready. The donkeys brayed,
and the horses neighed impatiently for the road.

Etiquette demanded that I should once more present my card to the
European and American Consuls at Zanzibar, and the word "farewell"
was said to everybody.

On the fifth day, four dhows were anchored before the American
Consulate. Into one were lifted the two horses, into two others
the donkeys, into the fourth, the largest, the black escort, and
bulky moneys of the Expedition.

A little before noon we set sail. The American flag, a present to
the Expedition by that kind-hearted lady, Mrs. Webb, was raised
to the mast-head; the Consul, his lady, and exuberant little
children, Mary and Charley, were on the housetop waving the starry
banner, hats, and handkerchiefs, a token of farewell to me and
mine. Happy people, and good! may their course and ours be
prosperous, and may God's blessing rest on us all!



CHAPTER IV. LIFE AT BAGAMOYO.


The isle of Zanzibar with its groves of cocoa-nut, mango, clove,
and cinnamon, and its sentinel islets of Chumbi and French, with
its whitewashed city and jack-fruit odor, with its harbor and ships