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the Doctor's faithful fellows — they must all shake and kiss my hands 

 before I could quite turn away." 



The homeward journey followed much the same line of country 

 as the outward, and at sunset on the 6th of May, the Herald Expedi- 

 tion entered Bagamoyo, having marched five hundred and twenty-five 

 miles in thirty-five days, through howling tempests and inundated 

 plains — struggling, wading and swimming, and all but succumbing. 

 The end was at length reached — the double journey completed 

 Stanley entered the town with the tattered stars and stripes of his 

 adopted country flying before him; with his men wrought up to a 

 state of excitement hardly short of madness, discharging their guns 

 and yelling like a company of fiends — with the marks upon every 

 single individual of illness, famine and toil — a sorry-looking crew — 

 but for all that with the eyes of an admiring world upon them. Men 

 whom Stanley had known in Zanzibar failed to recognize him now — 

 he was so aged and his hair had become so gray. None, however, 

 withheld the hand of congratulation and applause which, the reliever 

 of Livingstone had so well earned. None thought of aught but to do 

 honor to him to whom honor was most justly due. Livingstone was 

 alive, and able to go on with his great work; his journals had been 

 brought safely from out of the darkness '^f the continent, and the 

 records of his labors preserved ; the New York Herald Expedition had 

 fulfilled its purpose and more than justified its existence — for Stanley 

 had succeeded! 



