The habit of finding the geographical positions on land renders it an easy task to steer a steamer with only three or four sails at sea; where, if one does not run ashore, no one follows to find out an error, and where a current affords a ready excuse for every blunder.
Touching at Mohilla, one of the Comoro Islands, on our return, we found a mixed race of Arabs, Africans, and their conquerors, the natives of Madagascar.

Being Mahometans, they have mosques and schools, in which we were pleased to see girls as well as boys taught to read the Koran.

The teacher said he was paid by the job, and received ten dollars for teaching each child to read.

The clever ones learn in six months; but the dull ones take a couple of years.

We next went over to Johanna for our friends; and, after a sojourn of a few days at the beautiful Comoro Islands, we sailed for the Kongone mouth of the Zambesi with Bishop Mackenzie and his party.