In hauling the "Pioneer" over the shallow places, the Bishop, with Horace Waller and Mr.Scudamore, were ever ready and anxious to lend a hand, and worked as hard as any on board.

Had our fine little ship drawn but three feet, she could have run up and down the river at any time of the year with the greatest ease, but as it was, having once passed up over a few shallow banks, it was impossible to take her down again until the river rose in December.

She could go up over a bank, but not come down over it, as a heap of sand always formed instantly astern, while the current washed it away from under her bows.
On at last reaching Chibisa's, we heard that there was war in the Manganja country, and the slave-trade was going on briskly.

A deputation from a chief near Mount Zomba had just passed on its way to Chibisa, who was in a distant village, to implore him to come himself, or send medicine, to drive off the Waiao, Waiau, or Ajawa, whose marauding parties were desolating the land.

A large gang of recently enslaved Manganja crossed the river, on their way to Tette, a few days before we got the ship up.