. The Zambesi Basin and Nyassaland . oks. It was now time for lunch, and we ran theboat up within five yards of the surf. Here welet go the anchor and paid out the chain untilthe stern was just outside the breakers. Potsand food were tied on to the heads of the crew,and they were carried by an incoming wave on tothe beach. I myself plunged in and swam withthem. Two hundred yards ujd, under a shadelesscasuarina-tree, a fire was lit and our food water had run out, and we were obligedto content ourselves with a small quantity weobtained from a pool left by the rain, but whichwas so s
. The Zambesi Basin and Nyassaland . oks. It was now time for lunch, and we ran theboat up within five yards of the surf. Here welet go the anchor and paid out the chain untilthe stern was just outside the breakers. Potsand food were tied on to the heads of the crew,and they were carried by an incoming wave on tothe beach. I myself plunged in and swam withthem. Two hundred yards ujd, under a shadelesscasuarina-tree, a fire was lit and our food water had run out, and we were obligedto content ourselves with a small quantity weobtained from a pool left by the rain, but whichwas so stagnant and putrid that, even after boil-ing it, it tasted like cayenne-pepper soup. AVhenwe had finished our meal we re-embarked in thesame manner, though with more difficulty, andnot without some excitement, owing to the prox-imity of three sharks who were also apparentlylooking out for their lunch. It was not until nisfhtfall that we aojainanchored near the beach to sleep. One of thecrew was left in charge of the boat to keep her. of. THE AUTHOR AND NATIVE SERVAN IS. A DISASTER. 183 from approacliing too near to the surf. Ipitched my tent by a native village we foundthere, and turned in. About midnight the manwho was in charge rushed into my tent andcalled to me to come down at once to the beach,as something had gone wrong with the I got down to the waters edge I foundthe sand strewn with pots and pans, boots, sails,and the whole contents of the boat. The tidehad gone out, and the moon overhead gave alight almost equal to day. All that I could seeof the boat were two masts standing^ out of thebeach. I did not ask for an explanation, as itwas only too obvious that my craft had beencaught and rolled over by the surf, and buriedtwo feet beneath the smooth sand. I roused upthe natives, and messengers were sent in everydirection to oet men to dig us out. In half anhour there were two hundred natives with hoesbusily at work excavating. The tide was nowreturning, and ever
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