708 THE TEMBE AT KWIHARA. 



of bold encounters of men with the ferocious monsters of these 

 wild regions, but the man himself does not appear nobler or 

 more lovely in our eyes because he " bags three lions in one 

 day," or sends a bullet crashing through the skull of an elephant 

 just in time to save himself from a dreadful death beneath the 

 monster's feet. Livingstone was no hunter, but his name will 

 be a magic word in our homes, arousing us to noble action and 

 lofty courage when all the catalogue of dashing sportsmen are 

 forgotten. It is a relief in the midst of the wildness to think of 

 the quiet home-like conversations which beguiled the evenings 

 in the camp of these two men. One of them better informed 

 about the dark continent of Africa than any other living man, 

 and accustomed to grave reflection on all that he saw there: the 

 other fresh from travelling the world over, with the careful eye 

 and retentive memory which distinguish men whose business 

 it is to keep the world informed about itself. Sometimes there 

 were hard, trying experiences too. Mr. Stanley suffered fre- 

 quently with fever ; once or twice they lacked bread and wearied 

 of wild meat. And so with varying experiences they pursued 

 their march, helping each other with kind words and deeds, until 

 they came among the welcome scenes of Unyanyembe. 



It was on the 18th of February, the fifty-third day from Ujiji, 

 that they entered the valley of Kwihara, with flags unfurled 

 and guns firing triumphantly. And it was a proud moment for 

 the young leader of the Herald expedition when he welcomed 

 Dr. Livingstone to his house. Since the day that he parted 

 with the Arabs, sick and almost weary of his life, strengthened 

 only by the inspiration of his mission, he had travelled more 

 than twelve hundred miles, and just one hundred and thirty-one 

 days had elapsed ; but what vicissitudes were crowded in those 

 days, and how had he been favored by the Providence that ruleth 

 over all ! 



Some of Dr. Livingstone's own stores were in waiting for him 

 at Unyanyembe, and large quantities which had been left there 

 by Mr. Stanley. It was indeed an abundant reward for all the 

 toil to see the happy face of the great traveller. The house was 

 a palace compared with the hut in which he was living at 

 Ujiji. The storerooms were full of the good things of this life, 

 besides cloth, beads, wire and the thousand and one impedimenta 



