LAST WORDS 



Dar-es-Salaam. It is a town most beautifully laid 

 out, full of well-built houses, gardens and good 

 roads ; but it is like a looking-glass, all front and 

 nothing behind ; for the place does not pay, and 

 most of its money is spent on the show it makes. 

 We had a painfully hot walk, and then were driven 

 by little sharks of rickshaw boys, hot and perspiring, 

 not to say smelly. It seemed much hotter than 

 Zanzibar, because there was so little shade. We 

 were not sorry to leave the place behind. 



Our voyage home was not remarkable, except 

 for the fact that at different times two men went 

 overboard. One, in a calm sea, ran no risk, as he 

 could swim till the liner was stopped and a boat 

 lowered and sent back for him. But the second 

 man threw himself overboard when tipsy, with a 

 very rough sea, and it took the first officer and his 

 crew over an hour looking for him, the officer 

 standing up to scan the sea as the little boat topped 

 the huge waves. Meanwhile the liner turned com- 

 pletely round in a circle and we ran into the man, 

 who had been sobered by his plunge and was an 

 excellent swimmer. He had a life-belt thrown to 

 him and ropes by which he dragged himself on 

 board. Then after several signals the other boat, 

 now some distance off, was recalled. 



Good-bye to Africa, a fascinating spot to visit, 

 but not to live in. Men get the African fever, and 

 leaving it, must return ; the wild free life calls them 



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