ZANZIBAR.

words " Zang," a negro, and " barr," coast, or mainland. This name is, however, unknown to the natives, who invariably call it Ungnja.

Grulioni, the suburb in which our house is situated, consisted principally of a straggling bazaar, where dealers in fruit and vegetables congregate in the early morning. A walk through this bazaar well repays any one who has never seen such a sight. The market-people usually squat upon the ground with mats spread out before them on which their goods are displayed : little heaps of limes, flanked by rough-skinned, strong-smelling jackfruit, each one a load for a man ; or tall baskets made of the fronds of the cocoa-palm, filled with golden-yellow oranges, and often ornamented with flowers ; heaps of groundnuts, and bundles of cassava or sweet juicy sugarcane. There is a woman with a pile of creamy custard-apples ; and here, one with a basket of gua-vas, smelling like strawberries and cream. At little stalls shaded by low-thatched roofs arc the vendors of cocoanuts, or of dried shark the odour of which informs. the passer-by of its whereabouts long before he sees it.

Leaving Gulioni, and taking our way through the suburb of Ng'ambo, we enter a long, narrow, winding street with low, filthy houses on either side, inhabited by Hindus, who earn a scanty living by selling miscellaneous articles of European manufacture, cocoanut oil, tobacco and drugs ; these shops