440 LIFE OF DA VID LIVINGSTONE, LL.D. 



handing the Doctor a silver goblet brimful of the exhilarating wine, and 

 pouring a small quantity into my own, I said : — 



" ' Dr. Livingstone, to your very good health, Sir.' ' And to yours,' he 

 responded, smilingly. 



" And the champagne I had treasured for this happy meeting was drunk 

 with hearty good wishes to each other. 



" But we kept on talking and talking, and prepared food was being brought 

 to us all that afternoon ; and we kept on eating each time it was brought, 

 and until I had eaten even to repletion, and the Doctor was obliged to confess 

 that he had eaten enough. Still, Halimah, the female cook of the Doctor's 

 establishment, was in the state of the greatest excitement. . . She was 

 afraid the Doctor did not properly appreciate her culinary abilities ; but now 

 she was amazed at the extraordinary quantity of food eaten, and she was in a 

 state of delightful excitement. We could hear the tongue rolling off a tre- 

 mendous volume of clatter to the wondering crowds who halted before the 

 kitchen to hear the current of news with which she edified them. Poor 

 faithful soul! While we listened to the noise of her furious gossip, the 

 Doctor related her faithful services ; and the terrible anxiety she evinced 

 when the guns first announced the arrival of another white man in Ujiji; 

 how she had been flying about in a state of the utmost excitement, from the 

 kitchen into his presence, and out again into the square, asking all sorts of 

 questions ; how she was in despair at the scantiness of the general larder and 

 treasury of the strange household ; how she was anxious to make up for their 

 poverty by a grand appearance — to make up a sort of Barmecide feast to 

 welcome the white man. ' Why,' said she, ' is he not one of us ? does he 

 not bring plenty of cloths and beads ? Talk about Arabs ? Who are they 

 that they should be compared to white men ? Arabs, indeed ! ' 



" The Doctor and I conversed upon many things, especially upon his own 

 immediate troubles, and his disappointments upon his arrival in Ujiji, when 

 told that all his goods had been sold, and he was reduced to poverty. He 

 had but twenty cloths or so left of the stock he had deposited with the man 

 called Sherif, the half caste, drunken tailor, who was sent by the consul in 

 charge of the goods. Besides what he had been suffering from an attack of 

 dysentery, his condition was most deplorable. He was but little improved 

 on this day, though he had eaten well, and already began to feel stronger and 

 better." 



Mr. Stanley stayed with Livingstone for a considerable period ; and before 

 they left for Unyanyembe, at which place Dr. Livingstone was to await stores 

 and assistance from Zanzibar, they set off for the head of the Tanganyika to 

 settle the question as to whether the Rusizi is an influent or effluent of the 

 lake — a question which was greatly exciting the minds of Geographers at 

 home. 



