ons of what followed this terrible adventure are
exceedingly confused. I remember that I wandered about in a state of
dreamy uncertainty, endeavouring to retrace my steps to our encampment.
I have a faint recollection of meeting, to my surprise, with Jack and
Peterkin, and of their tender expressions of sympathy; and I have a very
vivid remembrance of the agony I endured when Jack set my broken
shoulder-blade and bandaged my right arm tightly to my side. After
that, all was a confused dream, in which all the adventures I had ever
had with wild beasts were enacted over again, and many others besides
that had never taken place at all.

Under the influence of fever, I lay in a state of delirium for many days
in the bottom of the canoe; and when my unclouded consciousness was at
length restored to me, I found myself lying in a bed, under the
hospitable roof of a missionary, the windows of whose house looked out
upon the sea.

And now, reader, the record of our adventures is complete. During the
few weeks that I spent with the kind missionary of the Cross, I gained
strength rapidly, and amused myself penning the first chapters of this
book. Makarooroo and Okandaga were married, and soon became useful
members of the Christian community on that part of the African coast.
Mbango and his friends also joined the missionary for a time, but
ultimately returned to the interior, whither I have no doubt they
carried some of the good influences that they had received on the coast
along with them.

King Jambai proved faithful to his engagement. All our packages and
boxes of specimens arrived safely at the coast; and when unpacked for
examination, and displayed in the large schoolroom of the station, the
gorillas, and other rare and wonderful animals, besides curious plants,
altogether formed a magnificent collection, the like of which has not
yet been seen in Great Britain, and probably never will be.

When I was sufficiently restored to stand the voyage, Jack and Peterkin
and I embarked in a homeward-bound trading vessel, and taking leave of
our kind friends of the coast, and of Makarooroo and Okandaga, who wept
much at the prospect of separation from us, we set sail for Old England.

"Farewell," said I, as we leaned over the vessel's side and gazed sadly
at the receding shore--"farewell to you, kind missionaries and faithful
negro friends."

"Ay," added Peterkin, with a deep sigh, "and fare-you-well, ye monstrous
apes; gor