230 LIVINGSTONE'S LAST JOUKNALS. [Chap. IX. 



with the old servants all the danger of the last heroic march 

 home. Nor must we forget that it was to the intelligence 

 and superior education of Jacob Wainwright (whom we now 

 meet with for the first time) that we were indebted for 

 the earliest account of the eventful eighteen months during* 

 which he was attached to the party. 



And now all is pounding, packing, bargaining, weighing, 

 and disputing amongst the porters. Amidst the inseparable 

 difficulties of an African start, one thankful heart gathers 

 comfort and courage : — ] 



15th August. — The men came yesterday (14th), having 

 been seventy-four days from Bagamoio. Most thankful 

 to the Giver of all good I am. I have to give them a 

 rest of a few days, and then start. 



16$ August. — An earthquake — " Kiti-ki-sha ! " — about 7.0 

 p.m. shook me in my katanda with quick vibrations. They 

 gradually became fainter: it lasted some 50 seconds, and 

 was observed by many. 



11th August. — Preparing things. 



18$. August. — Fando to be avoided as extortionate. 

 Went to bid adieu to Sultan bin Ali, and left goods with 

 him for the return journey, and many cartridges full and 

 empty, nails for boat, two iron pillars, &c* 



19$ August. — Waiting for pagazi. Sultan bin Ali called •. 

 is going off to M'futu. 



* Without entering into the merits of a disputed point as to whether 

 the men on their return journey would have been brought to a stand- 

 still at Unyanyembe but for the opportune presence of Lieutenant Cameron 

 and his party, it will be seen nevertheless that this entry fully bears 

 out the assertion of the men that they had cloth laid by in store here 

 for the journey to the coast. 



It seems that by an unfortunate mistake a box of desiccated milk, of 

 which the Doctor was subsequently in great need, was left behind amongst 

 these goods. The last words written by him will remind one of the cir- 

 cumstance. On their return the unlucky bos was the first thing that met 

 Susi's eye ! — Ed. 



