"I'll take you in this very night, Capitan Bashi, if you so please," resumed the pilot, whose packet had by this time escaped his recollection altogether. "Only give me the order, and, praise be unto Allah! there is nothing that Aboo Bekr cannot do. My head, as you see, is bald, and I may perhaps be a little old-looking now, but wait until we get on shore, and my new wig is bent; Inshallah! I shall look like a child of five years among the youngest of them." "Now if we had but Long Ali of Zeyla on board," continued the old man, whose merry tongue knew no rest; "if we had only Two-fathom Ali here, you would not make all these difficulties. When they want to lay out an anchor, they have nothing else to do but to hand it over to Ali, and he walks away with it into six or eight feet without any ado. I went once upon a time in the dark to grope for a berth on board of his buggalow, and stumbling over some one's toes, inquired to whose legs they belonged; `All's,' was the reply. `And whose knees are these?' said I, after walking half across the deck; `Ali's.' `And this head in the scuppers, pray whose is it?' `Ali's to be sure,' growled a sleepy voice; `what do you want with it?' `Subhan Allah, Ali again!' I exclaimed; `then I must even look for stowage elsewhere.'" Dawn of the 17th revealed the town of Tajura, not a mile distant, on the verge of a broad expanse of blue water, over which a gossamer-like fleet of fishing catamarans already plied their busy craft. The tales of the dreary Tehama, of the suffocating Shimal, and of the desolate plains of the bloodthirsty Adaiel, were in that moment forgotten. Pleasure sparkled in every eye, and each heart bounded with exultation at the near prospect of fulfilling the benevolent schemes in design, and of adding one mite to the amelioration of Afric's swart sons.