We found three C.M.S. men down at the jetty to meet us, together with some other European friends, and a number of our favourite boys who had come down from Mengo to welcome us back. They were pleased to see us, just as much so as their letters had given us to expect, and gave a hearty welcome to my wife too, who was much interested in seeing what her native friends were like.
We were up betimes next morning, anxious to complete our journey and reach a place we could call home.
To Mengo by the cart road is only twenty-two miles; yet it was perhaps the most tedious part of the journey, considering the distance. From Port Florence we had wired for two cycles and an animal, not knowing that natives are so civilised now that several of them have rickshas they would have lent us. The result was the arrival of a mule, with a note stating that if trotted it would
