water of the river, and the three white sailors, who had never been
in an African river before, had some slight attacks of fever.

CHAPTER XII.

Return to the Zambesi--Bishop Mackenzie's grave--Frightful scenes with
crocodiles--Death of Mr. Thornton--African poisons--Recall of the
Expedition.

We put to sea on the 18th of October, and, again touching at Johanna,
obtained a crew of Johanna men and some oxen, and sailed for the Zambesi;
but our fuel failing before we reached it, and the wind being contrary,
we ran into Quillimane for wood.

Quillimane must have been built solely for the sake of carrying on the
slave-trade, for no man in his senses would ever have dreamed of placing
a village on such a low, muddy, fever-haunted, and mosquito-swarming
site, had it not been for the facilities it afforded for slaving. The
bar may at springs and floods be easily crossed by sailing-vessels, but,
being far from the land, it is always dangerous for boats. Slaves, under
the name of "free emigrants," have gone by thousands from Quillimane,
during the last six years, to the ports a little to the south,
particularly to Massangano. Some excellent brick-houses still stand in
the place, and the owners are generous and hospitable: among them our
good friend, Colonel Nunez. His disinterested kindness to us and to all
our countrymen can never be forgotten. He is a noble example of what
energy and uprightness may accomplish even here. He came out as a cabin-
boy, and, without a single friend to help him, he has persevered in an
honourable course until he is the richest man on the East Coast. When
Dr. Livingstone came down the Zambesi in 1856, Colonel Nunez was the
chief of the only four honourable, trustworthy men in the country. But
while he has risen a whole herd has sunk, making loud lamentations,
through puffs of cigar-smoke, over negro laziness; they might add, their
own.

All agricultural enterprise is virtually discouraged by Quillimane
Government. A man must purchase a permit from the Governor, when he
wishes to visit his country farm; and this tax, in a country where labour
is unpopular, causes the farms to be almost entirely left in the hands of
a head slave, who makes returns to his master as interest or honesty
prompts him. A passport must also be bought whenever a man wishes to go
up the river to Mazaro, Senna, or Tette, or even to reside for a month at
Quillimane. With a soil and a climate well suited fo