MY BOYS AND I PART. 367 
arrived at Lamu, we found that we had over two days 
in which to enjoy Captain Rojers’s hospitality, before the 
steamer arrived which was to convey us to Aden. 
On the 29th of October, sixteen months after our land- 
ing at Berbera, the good steamer “ Madura,” with Dodson 
and myself and my seventy brave Somalis aboard, starts 
from Lamu for her eight days’ trip to Aden. Dodson 
and I are little the worse for our four thousand miles 
of marching and all the labors we have undergone, and 
my good followers are happy and merry as can be. The 
thirty odd boxes containing the results of my expedition 
are safe and sound. WHave I not every reason to rejoice? 
But yet, as I pace to and fro, and see the shores of Africa 
receding gradually from view, I cannot shake off a slight 
feeling of sadness. 
It was an occasion for rejoicing for the Somalis and 
natives, when my boys landed at Aden, and I had circu- 
lated £2,000 among them. 
“What will you do, now that you find yourselves rich 
with the money I have given you,” I asked my boys. 
“Get wife, Sahib,’ was the universal answer. 
With my boys gone from me, I felt that my expedition 
to Lake Rudolf was indeed a thing of the past. As I 
looked into the eyes of my faithful followers, on parting 
from them, I almost fancied I could detect there signs of 
genuine affection. 
Happy boys! going back to good old Somaliland, with 
its glorious climate and freedom from cares and ambitions. 
It is a great comfort to me to think that I lost only six out 
of the force of eighty Somalis who started with me for 
Lake Rudolf. 
