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them in digging for sweet water. There were 

 four or five carefully-built wells in the ruined 

 city ; but all had been exhausted by age, and the 

 water supplied by the lowland-pits was exceed- 

 ingly nauseoiis. As a rule, these people readily 

 apply for advice and assistance to the 'Wa- 

 zungu,' or wise-men, as Europeans are styled ; 

 and if showers chance to accompany the traveller, 

 he is looked upon as a beneficent being, not 

 without a suspicion of white magic. Here, with 

 $6, we took leave of pleasant old Khalfan, our 

 guide, a veteran, but still hale and vigorous : no 

 Omani Arab is, I may again remark, worth his 

 salt till his beard is powdered by Time. 



At 5 A.M. on February 3rd, having shipped a 

 pilot, we hoisted sail ; after three hours we ran 

 past Maziwi Island and slipped down before the 

 light and tepid morning breeze to the port of 

 Panga-ni. It was necessary to land with some 

 ceremony at a place which I determined to make 

 our starting-point into the interior. Presently 

 after arrival I sent Said bin Salim, in all his 

 bravery, to deliver the Sayyid of Zanzibar's cir- 

 cular letters addressed to the Willi, or Governor, 

 to the Jemadar, to the Collector of Customs, and 

 to the several Diwans. All this preparation for 

 a trifle of 80 miles ! But we are in Africa ; and 



