times against the wind, had lost his bearings and his whereabouts. He had reached the African coast, but whether to sail east or west to find his port he knew not.

The sea was like glass as our restless steamer ploughed her way through the peaceful waters. The dark green coast was only two or three miles distant, covered with tropical forest, majestic silk cotton trees, towering ebony, and graceful oil palms with their feathery heads. But that level line of forest might have been anywhere in the tropics.

“Where ave we?” rang out the repeated question.

“4° east, 4° 20’ North,’’ answered our captain, and the other was satisfied. Up went the sails, ‘* Heave “intsthe anchor!”? and away she moved to her destination—the place she was meant to reach. We took a snapshot of the receding vessel, and stood on deck there watching the Stars and Stripes grow less. We had just had our little Biblereading in my cabin, and had come up to enjoy the comparative cool of the tropical morning. The stranger’s question, and the dark green line of the Ivory Coast lying across the glittering water, carried our thoughts far away to the million numbered dark souls in dark bodies living in the wide land north of us, just beyond our view. We leant on the starboard rail whjle our boat hastened on her southward way, but the beauties of the scenery passing before our eyes gave place to a wider vision as we realized the millionsof the great Sudan.

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