436 LIFE OF DA VID LIVINGSTONE, LL.D. 



English, ' How do you do, sir ?' ' Hallo, who the deuce are you ?' 'I am the 

 servant of Dr. Livingstone,' he says ; but before I can ask any more questions, 

 he is running like a madman towards the town. 



"We have at last entered the town. There are hundreds of people 

 around me — I might say thousands, without exaggeration. It seems to me 

 it is a great triumphal procession. As we move, they move ; all eyes are 

 drawn towards us. The expedition at last comes to a halt, the journey is 

 ended for a time, but I alone have a few more steps to take. There 

 is a group of the most respectable Arabs ; and as I come nearer, I see the 

 white face of an old man among them. He has a cap with a gold band 

 around it ; his dress is a short jacket of red blanket cloth ; and his pants — 

 well, I didn't observe. I am shaking hands with him. We raise our hats, 

 and I say, ' Dr. Livingstone, I presume ?' and he says, ' Yes.' Finis coronat 

 opus" 



