At length it became advisable to communicate with King Bom-Bom, whose
prisoner Jack had been, and as both he and Terence knew the river, they
were ordered to proceed up it, to deliver the message, and to return as
soon as possible. I ought to have said that Wasser had attached himself
to his old friend Hemming, and had entered regularly as a seaman on
board the frigate. A very steady and careful lad he was too. He now
went with the expedition to act as interpreter. The boat crossed the
bar safely. Several traders were in the river, exchanging Manchester
goods and cutlery for palm-oil, ivory, gold-dust, and other articles of
value. King Bom-Bom received the midshipmen most politely, and gave
them a handsome feast, though, as Paddy remarked, the cookery was rather
dubious. He then frankly assured them that he was growing far richer as
an honest trader, keeping a monopoly of the chief articles himself,
by-the-by, than he had by all his connexions with the slave-dealers,
taking into account the occasional burning of his barracoons, and the
hot water in which he was continually kept. Of course King Bom-Bom was
a sensible fellow, and saw things in their true light.
"What we have heard from our regal friend fully reconciles me to all the
hard work we have to go through on this coast," observed Jack, as he and
Terence were talking the matter over on their return down the river.
"One thing is clear, this abominable slave-trade must be put down, and I
believe that we are setting the right way to work to do it. First make
it unprofitable and very dangerous, and then show the natives the
advantages of civilisation and commerce." When the boat reached the
mouth of the river, the frigate was nowhere to be seen. "Then, Paddy,"
exclaimed Jack, clutching his rifle, "let us have a cruise on our own
hook. You remember the prize you took among the Ionian Islands, old
fellow?" How merrily they laughed at the recollection of that early
freak of theirs. Paddy, of course, was delighted to join in any scheme
of Jack's. They could not tell in which direction the frigate had gone.
They, at a hazard, steered to the southward. They had a good supply of
provisions in the boat, and King Bom-Bom had given them still more. All
that day they looked out anxiously for a sail, but sighted none. The
greater part of the next passed much in the same manner. They were
growing impatient. It is not pleasant to have to sit cramped up in a
small boat under a burning sun off the coast of Africa with nothing to
do.
At last the sea-breeze set in, and soon afterwards Paddy jumped up and,
in his delight, almost toppled overboard, exclaiming, "A sail! a sail!"
As the stranger approached, Jack made her out to be a long, low, black
brig; he ordered the boat's sail to be lowered, and the people to lie
down in the bottom of the boat, and to cover themselves up with the
sail.
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