694 SUSI AND CHUMA. 



mated and joyous ; he was a picture for the artist as he stood 

 there, dressed in his long white shirt, with a turban of American 

 sheeting around his woolly head. As Mr. Stanley gazed at this 

 apparition, he exclaimed : 



" Who the mischief are you ? " 



" I am Susi, sir, the servant of Dr. Livingstone/' came the 

 answer, while the speaker smiled — a broad, grand, teeth-dis- 

 playing smile. 



" What, is Dr. Livingstone here ? " 



" Yes, sir." 



"In this village?" 



"Yes, sir." 



"Are you sure ? " 



"Sure, sure, sir; why I leave him just now." 



Just then a second voice broke in with : 



"Good-morning, sir." 



"Hallo! is this another one?" said Stanley. 



" Yes, sir." 



" Well, what is your name? " 



"My name is Chuma, sir." 



" What ! are you Chuma, the friend of Wekotani ?" 



"Yes, sir." 



"And is the doctor well ? " 



" Not very well, sir." 



"Where has he been so long?" 



" In Manyuema." 



" Now you, Susi," said Mr. Stanley, " run and tell the doctor 

 I am coining." 



" Yes, sir," and off Susi darted like a madman with the 

 welcome news. 



Hearing the news the doctor had come out in front of his 

 house, and stood surrounded by a number of influential Arabs 

 awaiting the arrival. 



Very soon Mr. Stanley came near enough to see him ; there 

 he stood, an old man indeed, with gray hair and beard. As he 

 approached at the head of his caravan he took off his hat, his 

 men halted. Mr. Stanley walked forward and said : 



"Dr. Livingstone, I presume?" 



"Yes," replied the doctor, with a kindly smile, lifting his 

 cap slightly. 



