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girl : lier master, the burly W^li, who was sleep- 

 ing by her side, snatched up his sword, hurried 

 into the house and bolted the door, heedless of 

 the miserable cry, 'B'ana, help me ! ' The 

 wretch was carried into the jungle, and incon- 

 tinently devoured. As full of crocodiles is the 

 river : whilst we were at Panga-ni a boy disap- 

 peared. When asked by strangers why they do 

 not kill their crocodiles and burn their bush, the 

 people reply that the former bring good luck, 

 and that the latter is a fort to which they can 

 fly when need drives them. Plantains, arecas, 

 and cocoas grow all about the town ; around it 

 are plantations of papaws, betel, and Jamlis, 

 whilst further lie extensive Shambas, or planta- 

 tions, of holcus, maize, sesamum, and other grains. 

 The clove flourishes, and, as elsewhere upon the 

 Zanzibar coast, a little cotton is raised for house- 

 hold purposes ; it will be long, however, before 

 East-African cotton can influence the English 

 market, and as yet it has proved only a snare 

 and a delusion. A notable and narrow-minded 

 party-cry of these modern days, as applied to 

 Africa, are the three Cs — Cotton, Civilization, 

 and Christianity : they ' pay,' however, better 

 than to beg in the name of roads and schools, 

 steamers and steam engines — the true means 



