ZANZIBAR.

the flag run up to the mast-head, two guns fired as a salute, and the anchor went with a rattling plunge into the blue waters, just as the glowing sun sank behind the far-off purple hills of Africa.

A crowd of small boats soon gathered round the steamer, waiting for passengers ; then a man-o'-war's boat, pulled by sturdy blue-jackets, came bounding across the harbour, and a smart- looking officer tripped up the gangway, and demanded the London's mailbag. As we were watching the lively scene, a man informed us in broken English that " de mission boat was corned," and looking over the ship's side, I saw one of the boats belonging to the Highland Lassie, the little mission steamer, and in it two of our party who had preceded us to Zanzibar. After some delay we entered the boat and rowed across the harbour to our house, which was situated in the suburb of Gulioni, and had formerly been the residence of Dr. Livingstone. It was quite dark when we left the Putialla one of those glorious starlight nights such as one only sees in the tropics : the Southern Cross blazed ever over our heads, and was reflected from the smooth surface of the sea, with but slightly diminished brilliancy ; in the north the familiar Pleiades, Like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid, shone clear and distinct ; the wake of our boat was marked with phosphorescent light, which also Tt 9 i _