Don't fret, that is my advice, or you won't live
long here."
There were three or four intensely busy men, though, at Zanzibar,
who were out at all hours of the day. I know one, an American; I
fancy I hear the quick pit-pat of his feet on the pavement beneath
the Consulate, his cheery voice ringing the salutation, "Yambo!"
to every one he met; and he had lived at Zanzibar twelve years.
I know another, one of the sturdiest of Scotchmen, a most
pleasant-mannered and unaffected man, sincere in whatever he did
or said, who has lived at Zanzibar several years, subject to the
infructuosities of the business he has been engaged in, as well as
to the calor and ennui of the climate, who yet presents as formidable
a front as ever to the apathetic native of Zanzibar. No man can
charge Capt. H. C. Fraser, formerly of the Indian Navy, with being
apathetic.
I might with ease give evidence of the industry of others, but
they are all my friends, and they are all good. The American,
English, German, and French residents have ever treated me with a
courtesy and kindness I am not disposed to forget. Taken as a
body, it would be hard to find a more generous or hospitable colony
of white men in any part of the world.
