CHAPTER y. 



FROM MOMBASAH TO THE PANGANI UIVER. 



The sweeping sword of Time 

 Has sung its death-dirge o'er the ruined fanes. 



Queen Mab. 



ISToT a head of game, not a hippopotamus, 

 was to be found near Mombasah. We finished 

 our geographical inquiries; shook hands with 

 divers acquaintances; re-shipped, after sundry 

 little difficulties, on board the Eiami; and on 

 the 24th of January we left the turbulent island 

 with gladdened hearts. The accidents of voyage 

 now turned in our favour: there was a bright 

 fresh breeze and a counter-current running 

 southward thirty or thirty-five miles a day. 

 After 6 hours of drowsy morning sailing, Ra'as 

 Tewi, a picturesque headland, hove in sight, and 

 two hours more brought the Eiami to anchor at 



