t of the river current, and points up the lake, with glorious
scenery awaiting it on the right, brown rock mountains receding from the
water's edge to lofty altitudes, while their slopes contiguous are
enriched with tier upon tier of luxuriant and green mimosa, and tamarind
of darker green. This was the prospect which greeted them after their
venturesome flight with a canoe belonging to other people, after rowing
over one hundred miles in twenty-five hours, down the river.

But they were not safe yet; their pursuers might be behind them, and it
behoved them to row far and long before they could be said to be quite
out of danger. Selim and Kalulu were relieved by Abdullah and Niani,
Simba and Moto were tireless.

They followed the right shore of the lake for over eight hours; but at
the end of that time they drew in shore under the lee of an island
situated in the middle of a snug picturesque bay, and hiding their boat
deep among the reeds, disembarked at last on the island to shake each
other by the hand, to enjoy in full the happy thoughts and the serenity
of mind which the knowledge of their secured freedom had created within
them.

"Ah, Kalulu, we are safe!" cried Selim in a transport of joy, as he drew
the young chief to his side and sat down to rest with him.

"Yes, my brother, we are safe for the present; but Zanzibar is yet far,
is it not?"

"Yes, about five months; but I think, after we reach Usowa we need fear
nothing more. Moto tells me the people are kind to the Arabs. But say,
is not this beautiful?" asked Selim.

"Yes; but let us go to the top of the island, whence we can see all
around," said Kalulu; "and we can sleep in safety, and have the breeze
to cool us much better than below here."

In a few minutes they had gained the highest point of the island, and
sitting under the shade of a far-spreading mimosa, Selim, having taken
at a glance the unusual beauties of the scene, proceeded to point them
out to his companion one after another, saying:

"Follow me, Kalulu, and let me point out to thee what I consider pretty.
Look at the water of Liemba, so beautiful, so clear, so deep; and, does
it not shame the sky with its blueness where it is deep? And look at
the shores dotted with the little hills! They stand apart from each
other, as if each was the abode of some spirit. They also image
themselves in the deep water, as if they wished to see, as our vain
women do, how pretty they look. Are th