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would abandon all idea of leaving us. Sunrise next 

 morning saw us under weigh, without a breath of air ; 

 Stacy, myself, and the Makololos hard at work with 

 our oars. A quarter of an hour was quite enough for 

 the latter, who at the expiration of that time exhibited 

 signs of distress, or rather laziness. A nice breeze 

 now sprung up, but unfortunately dead ahead. What 

 dreadful luck ! 



We were now able to make little or no way. No- 

 thing would induce these men to exert themselves. 

 Never shall I forget their cheek, and the disgust I felt 

 in submitting, as I was compelled to do, to being thus 

 made game of. Doubtless many will say that the pro- 

 per course was that which was pursued with the Ma- 

 kololos ; but those who think so must be people 

 totally ignorant of the character of the natives. I 

 feel confident that had these men not been made 

 too much of in the first instance, there would not have 

 been this exhibition of independence, and subsequent- 

 ly had more firmness been adopted with them they 

 would have understood that we were the masters, and 

 would have been led easily, as natives are when made 

 to feel the power and authority of their employers. 

 As it was, things were now in a dreadful state. They 

 did just as they liked, and could not but see that we 

 were afraid to rebuke them. The wind still ahead soon 

 freshened, and we began to make stern way. 



Mr. Young now gave up the idea of doing any- 

 thing more while this breeze was blowing, and saying, 

 " Faulkner, you may put down your oar," told Reid, 

 who always steered the Search, to run her in to the 

 bank. This was done, and the Makololos chuck- 



