The unlucky individual was arrayed in the only suit of clothes he possessed, and was hung up to dry in the engine room.
A mile above this landing place we passed two Manjour boats ascending the stream.

These boats were each about twenty feet long, sitting low in the water with the bow more elevated than the stern, and had a mast in the center for carrying a small sail.

In the first boat I counted six men, four pushing with poles, one steering, and the sixth, evidently the proprietor, lying at ease on the baggage.

Where the nature of the ground permits the crew walk along the shore and tow the boat.
The men were in cotton garments and conical hats, and their queues of hair hung like ships pennants in a dead calm, or the tails of a group of scared dogs.

They seemed to enjoy themselves, and were laughing merrily as we went past them.