"Look here, dear old chap. You know you are a bit of the fifth wheel to the coach here, on this potty little island. You’ve put me up to all the ropes, I’m well in the saddle. Now suppose you cut along to your own show? The mainland, hey? Go and round up those blasted Germans, don’t you know? Of course, steer clear of quarrels—that’d never do. Be coldly polite, but see what they’re up to and report to me—fully. Strikes me it’s blowing up for a storm...." So Brentham shipped himself and his indispensable retinue of Goanese cook, Swahili butler, and a nucleus of fifteen always dependable gunmen-porters of the stalwart Unyamwezi breed over to Medinat-al-barkah—the "Town of Blessings," on the Zangian coast: formerly the chief shipping port of slaves and now the head-quarters of the German Chartered Company which had succeeded to the authority of the Sultan of Unguja. A few months afterwards, when he had organized a Consulate and an Indian clerical staff in an adapted, cleansed, and tidied Arab house, he received an urgent and confidential communication from Sir Godfrey: "The F.O. is much perturbed by the reports of Arab risings against the German Company. Mvita seems to be quiet under Mackenzie. The various missionary societies are clamouring for information and some indication that H.M.G. realizes the seriousness of the situation. I have been instructed semi-officially by H. and M. that you should at once proceed inland with a sufficiently strong caravan and visit the missionary stations within a radius of—say—three hundred miles of Medina, assisting the white people to repair to safe positions on the coast, especial care being taken to bring away their women and children. You know far better what to do than I, who am a new comer to East Africa. So, _carte blanche_. Do your best. Good luck and chin-chin. "Lady Dewburn, who has just come out, is dying to put her feet on a maned lion skin when she gets out of bed. So if you’ve any luck shooting, ’Then you’ll remember me!’ "Yours, "GODFREY DEWBURN." In consequence of these instructions you can picture such events as these occurring at the end of September, 1888. Lucy Baines, attended by Josiah Briggs’s wife Halima, was taking the air on the outskirts of Hangodi. She had had a baby in the previous July, and was still weak and anaemic. The confinement had been a difficult one, as it was a little premature, owing to Lucy having been frightened by a hyena. A medical missionary had been in hurried attendance, and kind Mrs. Stott had come fifty miles to act as an amateur midwife. But the child died soon after its birth, and Lucy, for the first fortnight, had been delirious. If her child had lived her whole outlook might have changed and brightened. As it was——