bique. There they fell in with
H.M.S. _Gorgon_. Captain Wilson, resolved to render them every service
in his power, took the ladies on board, the vessel in tow, and carried
them to Quillinane, where they presently fell in with Dr. Livingstone and
the _Pioneer_.

His little lake steamer, the _Lady Nyassa_, had been packed on board the
_Hetty Ellen_, and had formed the only shelter Miss Mackenzie had from
the sun, and the transference of this occupied some time. Then the
unhappy _Pioneer_ began to proceed at her snail's pace, one day on a sand-
bank, another with the machinery out of order, continually halting for
supplies of wood, and thinking a couple of miles a good day's work.
Captain Wilson, shocked at the notion of women spending weeks in
labouring up that pestiferous stream, beset with mosquitoes by night and
tsetse flies by day, offered to man his gig and take them up himself. So
desperate a journey was it for a frail invalid like Miss Mackenzie, that
one of the sailors took a spade to dig her grave with; and in fact she
was soon prostrated with fever. None of the party knew who lay sleeping
in his grave under the trees. The natives on the island entirely denied
having seen or heard anything of the Bishop, and never gave Mr. Burrup's
letter, fearing perhaps that some revenge might fall on them. Baffled by
not meeting him, Captain Wilson still would not leave the ladies till he
should have seen them safe among their friends, and pushed on his boat
with speed very unlike that of the tardy _Pioneer_, and thus, in a day
and a half, arrived at Chibisa's, where the Malokolo came down to the
boat, with tidings that, though their language was but imperfectly
understood, were only too certain. The brave and tender-hearted leader
of the mission was dead! Still there was hope of Mr. Burrup; but Captain
Wilson would not allow the young wife to take the difficult journey only
to find desolation, but went on by land himself, leaving her with Miss
Mackenzie, under charge of his ship's surgeon, Dr. Ramsay. He came back
after a few days, having become too ill by the way to get further than
Soche, where he had been met by three of the mission party, who now
returned with him to Chibisa's, with the tidings in all their sad
fulness; and the mournful party set forth upon their return. On coming
to the island, he demanded Mr. Burrup's letter, and the negroes looked at
one another, saying, "It is all known." They gave him the