es. The Makololo who had remained at Chibisa's told them the
sad news of the death of the good Bishop and of Mr. Burrup. Other
information received there awakened fresh anxiety on behalf of the
survivors; so, leaving the ladies with Dr. Ramsay and the Makololo,
Captain Wilson and Dr. Kirk went up the hills, in hopes of being able to
render assistance, and on the way they met some of the Mission party at
Soche's. The excessive fatigue that our friends had undergone in the
voyage up to Chibisa's in no wise deterred them from this further attempt
for the benefit of their countrymen, but the fresh labour, with
diminished rations, was too much for their strength. They were reduced
to a diet of native beans and an occasional fowl. Both became very ill
of fever, Captain Wilson so dangerously that his fellow-sufferer lost all
hopes of his recovery. His strong able-bodied cockswain did good service
in cheerfully carrying his much-loved Commander, and they managed to
return to the boat, and brought the two bereaved and sorrow-stricken
ladies back to the "Pioneer."

We learnt that the Bishop, wishing to find a shorter route down to the
Shire, had sent two men to explore the country between Magomero and the
junction of the Ruo; and in December Messrs. Proctor and Scudamore, with
a number of Manganja carriers, left Magomero for the same purpose. They
were to go close to Mount Choro, and then skirt the Elephant Marsh, with
Mount Clarendon on their left. Their guides seem to have led them away
to the east, instead of south; to the upper waters of the Ruo in the
Shirwa valley, instead of to its mouth. Entering an Anguru slave-trading
village, they soon began to suspect that the people meant mischief, and
just before sunset a woman told some of their men that if they slept
there they would all be killed. On their preparing to leave, the Anguru
followed them and shot their arrows at the retreating party. Two of the
carriers were captured, and all the goods were taken by these robbers. An
arrow-head struck deep into the stock of Proctor's gun; and the two
missionaries, barely escaping with their lives, swam a deep river at
night, and returned to Magomero famished and exhausted.

The wives of the captive carriers came to the Bishop day after day
weeping and imploring him to rescue their husbands from slavery. The men
had been caught while in his service, no one else could be entreated;
there was no public law nor any power sup