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glass of sherbet infallibly spoils them : they re- 

 spect only the man who tells them once a day 

 that they are unworthy to eat with a Walad Amir 

 (gentleman). They will call you proud; but that 

 matters little, and if you pay them well they will 

 speak of you accordingly. 



On the evening of Sunday, Jan. 4, 1857, we 

 bade a temporary farewell to our kind friend and 

 host, Lieut. -Colonel Hamerton, and transferred 

 ourselves on board the Kiami, expecting to set 

 out. Simple souls that we were ! There was 

 neither wood nor water on board, and our gallant 

 captain lost no time in eclipsing himself. The 

 north-east wind coursing through the clear sky 

 was dead against us, but he pretended that the 

 sailors had remained in the bazar. He came on 

 board next morning, when we made sail and ran 

 down to Mto-ni, there filling our skins with bad 

 saltish water. Hamid again went ashore, promis- 

 ing to return in half an hour, and leaving us to 

 spend the day in vain expectation. Said bin 

 Salim solaced himself by wishing that the Shaytan 

 might appear to Hamid on his death-bed and say, 

 ' O friend of my soul, welcome home ! ' But 

 when the truant came off, he was welcomed by the 

 half-caste Arab with a cup of coffee and a proverb 

 importing that out of woe cometh weal ; this con- 



