CHAPTER IV. 
Departure from Zanzibar—Arrival at Mombasa—The Governor—Frere- 
town Mission Station—Final arrangements for the Interior—Mr. 
Shaw’s objections. 
On Monday at 5 a.m. we began to send our loads on 
board the Sultan’s steamer Star, and having some 
final commissions to arrange, I left my friends, promis¬ 
ing to be on board at noon. On my arrival I found 
the decks so crammed with our men that I could 
hardly move, but there were no signs of PI- and 
B-, nor of our servants and personal baggage. 
The Captain, a dried-up old mummy of an Arab, 
began to be impatient, as he had been ordered by the 
Sultan to weigh anchor between 1 and 2 p.m., the 
wise men having explained that the omens were good 
and foretold a prosperous voyage if we started at that 
time. Shortly before the auspicious hour of 2 p.m., 
the luggage arrived, and, tired of waiting, I went 
ashore to hunt up the truants. I found them busily 
engaged over an excellent luncheon with Drummond, 
and oblivious of everything except the immediate calls 
of hunger. It transpired they had received a message 
to the effect that the Star would not sail before 3 p.m., 
but had quite forgotten to let me know. Drummond 
seemed determined not to let us go before we had 
