ich separates Zanzibar from the mainland.

"Moving towards home!--glorious thought!" cried the enraptured Selim, as
he turned towards his friend Abdullah, and fell on his neck overpowered
by his feelings.

"Home!" said Abdullah, "at last! We have been frequently tried, Selim,
but we have been taught good lessons. Thanks be to Allah! He has been
but trying us, to make us better and purer, and I mean to profit by what
I have learned. Wilt thou, Selim?"

"With the help of God, I will," he replied.

"Dost thou know what chapter of the Kuran fits our case better than any
other, Selim?" asked Abdullah.

"Which?"

"That entitled the Brightness, wherein the Prophet, blessed be his name!
says: `_By the sun in his meridian splendour, by the shades of night,
thy Lord hath not forsaken thee, neither doth He hate thee. Did He not
find thee an orphan, and did He not take care of thee? And did He not
find thee wandering in error, and hath He not guided thee into the
truth? And did He not find thee needy, and hath He not enriched thee?
Wherefore oppress not the orphan, nor repulse the beggar, but declare
the goodness of thy Lord_.'"

"Beautiful!" said Selim; "oppress not the orphan may mean oppress not
the slave. He found us fatherless, and He took care of us. He found us
needy, ailing, perishing in the wilderness, and He hath enriched us.
Praised be God, the one God, the eternal God, He begetteth not, neither
is He begotten; and there is not any one like Him."

"Amen! and Amen!" responded Abdullah. "There is only one God, who is
God, and Mohammed is His Prophet."

"Amen! and Amen!" exclaimed Simba and Moto, who were as powerfully
affected by their present and coming happiness as were either Selim or
Abdullah.

The shores of Zanzibar at last were seen to rise from the sea, like an
emerald set in the centre of a circular sapphire, and the lovely isle
was hailed by vociferous shouts by the wanderers, while their hearts
beat faster and faster. They neared the shore steadily, and each point
became an object of interest, and every well-remembered house received
due attention. Finally, the ships rode in the harbour, and Selim, and
Abdullah, and their friends, bidding a kindly farewell to Soud bin Sayd,
after inviting him to come and see them, got into a boat called by the
kind Arab, and were rowed ashore.

As they stand at last on the island where both of these boys were born,
on the threshold of their own homes, ho