300 BURIAL OF THE CARPENTER. 



and a request that I would not depart until he 

 had seen me. I sent word that I would wait 

 until the next day. I presumed the old man 

 would persuade me not to go up the country, for 

 the reasons I have stated ; but I have no alter- 

 native : I can get no more ivory here ; whereas 

 by converting the few goods I have on board 

 into cowries, by taking them to the markets or 

 higher up the country, I should be enabled to 

 add to my stock of that article. Another press- 

 ing reason for my departure was, that I should 

 get away before we were in a state of starvation ; 

 for we had been living on rice during the last ten 

 days, no yams having been brought us for some 

 time. Abboka sent a goat, which was the only 

 one we had had for nearly twenty days. 



At 5 p. M. we interred the remains of the car- 

 penter, William Miller, on a sandbank, near the 

 spot where the late Captain Miller is buried, 

 and named it Carpenter's Point. At the same 

 time, Johnson, a fireman, was taken sick. — This 

 late hour was chosen for the ceremony in order 

 that we might escape the observation of the na- 

 tives. It was quite dark by the time the boat 

 reached the spot marked out for his grave. So 

 great was the danger attending a moment's de- 



