owners for any delay that had arisen through the _Hankow Lin's_
detention at the Dutch port, besides swelling the handsome bounty that
was paid to each and all of the crew engaged in the affair.

This was not all, either.

At Singapore, Captain Morton was able to obtain what he could not have
very well voyaged home without, and that was a supply of fresh hands to
navigate the ship in place of the treacherous scoundrels who had engaged
with him at Canton only to plot her destruction, although the captain
had ample satisfaction for all this ere he left the place, for, as Bill
the boatswain said in mentioning the fact afterwards, he "saw every
mother's son of them hung before he weighed anchor again."

After bidding adieu to their late active comrades the blue-jackets, all
went well with the old vessel, from Singapore to the Straits of Sunda,
across the Indian Ocean, and round the Cape of Good Hope. Not an
untoward event happened on the way home, not a mishap occurred, and, as
Snowball said when he stepped ashore in the East India Dock, "All's well
dat ends well." And so ended *The Voyage of the "Hankow Lin*."

VOLUME TWO, CHAPTER ONE.

AT ZANZIBAR.

"Have I ever been to Madagascar?" he repeated, with a look of amazement
and wonder quaintly combined on his good-natured, ruddy-brown, weather-
beaten face. "Is that what you wanted to know, eh?"

"Yes," I replied, "that is, if you've no objection to answer my
question."

"Why, no! I've nothing to keep dark of my doings."

"All right!" said I; "then you can go ahead."

"Well, sir," he began, drawing a deep breath as if he only just took in
the import of my question and was turning over in his mind the matter in
all its bearings, "I should rather just think I had been to Madagascar,
and there's precious little chance too of my forgetting it, either, in a
hurry. Ah! if you'd once been wrecked on sich a queer, outlandish,
wild, desolate sort o' shore as that there, arterwards havin' to swim
miles upon miles through a heavy rolling sea to get to land, and that
under a fierce burning sun the while; besides, when got ashore at last,
being forced to tramp for ten long weary days and nights across slimy
green marshes filled with alligators, crawling through thick jungles of
thorny bushes that tore your flesh to pieces before ever you could ha'
come to a civilised place to get your wants attended--you, that is me,
not having a morsel of food or a drop of pure wate