28 
EAST AFRICA AND ITS BIG GAME. 
emptied his cellar, but we at last succeeded in mak¬ 
ing a move, and, accompanied by General Mathews, 
reported ourselves as “ come aboard.” Here we took 
leave of that excellent man and warmest of friends, 
to whose name I can never refer without feelings of 
gratitude and sincere esteem. It must have been a 
sad day for his shipmates when he left the navy and 
a real loss to the service itself. 
While Zanzibar was fading in the distance we 
rigged up a canvas screen to separate us from our 
live cargo, who were only just recovering from their 
pay day carouse, and though packed like sardines, 
found room to quarrel, gamble, sing, and eat in turns. 
Beyond the fact that this voyage to Mombasa was 
nearly as uncomfortable as a voyage in fair weather 
could be, it presented nothing worthy of record, unless 
it were that we had a most excellent goat for dinner, 
stuffed, after Arab fashion, with raisins, rice and herbs, 
the thoughtful parting gift of the General, who knew 
we should have considerable difficulty in attempting 
to cook a meal on board. 
We made Mombasa on the morning of Dec. 7th, at 
10 a.m., and immediately proceeded to interview the 
Lewali (Governor), who had been warned by the Bishop 
that we should require a hundred men, in addition to 
those we had, to assist in carrying our loads to Taveta. 
This Governor, a wizened-up little man, singularly 
like a magnified edition of the organ grinder’s monkey, 
received us with much hand-shaking and many jambos 
(How are you?), and led us into a kind of cell, where 
