whole day, causing me great anxiety. The natives and myself got on a small hillock, out from the roughness of the sea, waiting for him to come up. One had started after him, then I went myself, but could see nothing of him. This was a sad feeling, having walked about 30 miles that day, and then to lose my good and faithful Sambo. About 12 o'clock at night we made another search with lighted fire-sticks, but no sign of William. I was glad to see the natives so zealous in the search, and greatly affected, so much so that they would not eat any food till he was heard of, or seen dead or alive. About break of day another search was to be made. We had then