“Time passed. At 10:30 they were still at their cups. My patience was now clear gone. To go on I was resolved and no longer to be defrauded of my time by a knave. I told him ‘go he must’ or I should go on without him and he should not receive a penny of the half-hire to be paid at the journey’s end, and I should report him to the governor of Korat, who had put me in his care. ‘And how will you go on without the buffalo carts?’ he impudently asked. ‘Do as I did when I went on to Korat; I will hire carriers here in the village and walk on.’ ‘Not a man shall leave this place to help you’—put in the custom house officer, ‘he would forbid their going.’ “I had said nothing to him before, but now I spoke: ‘Mr. Officer, last night you heard my passport read and the peremptory order of the viceroy of Korat that I be not detained a single day on my mission’—and I took him by the arm as I spoke and looked him in the face—‘You dare not stop me. Is his excellency the governor of Korat nobody? I have the royal seal, too—do you not dread that? Keep me here one-half day more and you will repent of it.’ “His anger that was written on every line of his knavish face sobered him. The villagers around looked on astonished at my audacity, bearding this great man in his den, and he did not know what to make of it. Just then, my guide seeing that I was resolute in the matter, gave in, ordered the buffalos to be yoked and told his servants to drive ahead, he would follow. I took a formal but civil leave of the worthy; we were off, and my guide, running after, soon overtook us. Would you believe it, we proceeded but three quarters of an hour, when he drove off the highway to the shelter of some trees by the side of a swamp and there came to a halt, pretending it was necessary to feed the buffalos and that there was no suitable place beyond. So there two or more hours were lost—and this while one of my servants was very ill, our stock of provisions all low, and already seventeen days on a journey that should have taken but seven.” The river was finally reached; the buffalo caravan dismissed and boats engaged to carry the party to Bangkok, where they arrived after nineteen days’ travel from Korat. Two lesser trips were made in 1854, which were of some interest. In June, he accompanied the Baptist missionaries on a trip to Bangplasoi on the gulf: