On the way down, we purchased a few gigantic cabbages and pumpkins at a native village below Mazaro.

Our dinners had usually consisted of but a single course; but we were surprised the next day by our black cook from Sierra Leone bearing in a second course.

"What have you got there ?" was asked in wonder.

"A tart, sir." "A tart! of what is it made ?" "Of cabbage, sir." As we had no sugar, and could not "make believe," as in the days of boyhood, we did not enjoy the feast that Tom's genius had prepared.

Her Majesty's brig "Persian," Lieutenant Saumarez commanding, called on her way to the Cape; and, though somewhat short of provisions herself, generously gave us all she could spare.