On reaching the Kongone they saw no token of the _Pioneer_, but after waiting in great discomfort, tossing at the mouth of the river, the vessel made for Mozambique.

There they fell in with H.M.S.

_Gorgon_.

Captain Wilson, resolved to render them every service in his power, took the ladies on board, the vessel in tow, and carried them to Quillinane, where they presently fell in with Dr.Livingstone and the _Pioneer_.
His little lake steamer, the _Lady Nyassa_, had been packed on board the _Hetty Ellen_, and had formed the only shelter Miss Mackenzie had from the sun, and the transference of this occupied some time.

Then the unhappy _Pioneer_ began to proceed at her snail's pace, one day on a sand- bank, another with the machinery out of order, continually halting for supplies of wood, and thinking a couple of miles a good day's work.
Captain Wilson, shocked at the notion of women spending weeks in labouring up that pestiferous stream, beset with mosquitoes by night and tsetse flies by day, offered to man his gig and take them up himself.