ever again have anything to do with slave-trading,
but, after the experience he had gained, would keep aloof from all those
who engaged in that barbarous traffic. Tom Baraka, his wife, and Chando
also came on board, Tom having inspired Masika with a curiosity to see
the wonders of the island, as Zanzibar is called. The great desire of
his heart was accomplished. From the commencement of the journey he had
instructed her in that faith which had afforded him support and comfort
during his long exile from the home he had expected never again to see.
Though she did not at first understand all Tom said, her mind, as well
as that of her son, became gradually enlightened, and he had the
happiness of seeing them both baptised before they left Zanzibar under
the escort of Sayd, who undertook to protect them and to restore them
safely to their native village. It cost Tom, however, much to part from
his old master and Ned, though he was reconciled to the separation by
the belief which they had taken care to instil into him, that he might
prove an unspeakable blessing to his countrymen by imparting to them the
truths of the Gospel and instructing them in the arts of civilisation.
He and Sayd were the last persons to quit the "Hope," as, with a full
cargo of ivory and other African produce, she sailed for England.

Though the voyage was long, Ned had scarcely finished the account of his
adventures when the schooner reached the Thames, and the two
lieutenants, richer men than they had ever before been in their lives,
accompanied by Ned and Charley, set off to report to Mr Farrance the
success of their undertaking. On reaching the house they were greatly
surprised at hearing that he, with his brother, had a few days before
started for Triton Cottage.

On this Lieutenant Pack, bidding farewell to Mr Hanson, accompanied by
Ned and Charley, immediately set off for home. As they approached, Ned,
looking out of the carriage window, saw a young lady leaning on the arm
of a gentleman who bore a strong resemblance to Mr Farrance. It needed
not a second glance to convince him that the young lady, though much
taller than the Mary he remembered, was Mary herself, and calling the
post-boy to stop, in a moment he was out of the chaise and running
towards them.

"It is--it is Ned!" cried Mary, and forgetting her advanced age, and
many other things besides, she threw her arms round his neck and burst
into tears; but as she looked up directl