- enterprising, and countries controlled by them do not
prosper. . . . I shall long remember Mozambique as the quaintest town I have ever visited. I had never heard of it, therefore it was a surprise.
Thursday, April 10.—I awoke very early this morning,
and found unloading in progress at Port Amelia.
The deck passengers were up, as it was necessary to
disturb them in order to remove the hatches and get
at the cargo. But when we are at sea, the deck passengers
divide the space over the forward hatch, and
make rooms for themselves with bundles and boxes.
Some of them have carpets in their bundles, and nearly
all of them have bedding. A tarpaulin forms a covering
over them, and at night their quarters are lighted
by a bunch of electric lights. It is surprising how well
these deck passengers get along, and how comfortable
they are. They may buy supplies of the ship steward,
and seem to have plenty to eat. Most of them are
going back to India, which is not far away from this
coast. It was from India that the small Arab boats
came, after the Mohammedan conquest, and made
slaves of hundreds of thousands of the people of the
East Coast of Africa. . . . Here is an exact description
of a dinner I saw six Indians eat yesterday
evening: They squatted around a large pan of rice,
which had been cooking most of the afternoon on the
galley stove. In the centre of the rice was placed a
small pan containing a yellow liquid; probably curry.
In the curry-pan was a spoon, and the diners used this
