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last glimpse — the last visible embodiment of civilization he was destined to see. 

 Any feeling of this nature would be more than balanced in his enthusiastic 

 nature by the hope that now he had the means of completing the great work 

 which was dearer to him than life. 



Dr. Livingstone accompanied Mr. Stanley for a part of the way, and then 

 the moment came when they must part. " Now, my dear Doctor," said Mr. 

 Stanley, "the best of friends must part. You have come far enough; let me 

 beg of you to turn back." 



"Well, I will say this to you: you have done what few men could do — 

 far better than some great travellers I know. And I am grateful to you for 

 what you have done to me. God guide you safe home, and bless you, my 

 friend." 



"And may God bring you safe back to us all, my dear friend. Fare- 

 well!" 



" We wrung each other's hands, and I had to tear myself away before I 

 unmanned myself; but Susi and Chumah, and Hamoydah — the Doctor's 

 faithful fellows — they must all shake and kiss my hands before I quite turn 

 away. I betrayed myself ! 



" Good-bye, Doctor — dear friend ! " 



" Good-bye ! " 



" The Farewell between Livingstone and myself had been spoken. We 

 were parted, he to whatever fate Destiny had in store for him, to battling 

 against difficulties, to many, many days of marching through wildernesses, with 

 little or nothing much to sustain him save his own high spirit, and enduring 

 faith in God, who would bring all things right at last, and I to that which 

 Destiny may have in store for me." 



On the march back, Mr. Stanley and his party suffered from the flooded 

 state of the country, as the rainy season was now on ; and more than once 

 they had extreme difficulty in passing the swollen rivers. 



On one occasion a native, in wading a stream with the box containing Dr. 

 Livingstone's despatches and letters on his head, plunged into a hole up to 

 the neck, and Mr. Stanley for a moment was filled with an awful dread that 

 they might be lost. Presenting a loaded revolver at his head, he shouted : 

 "Lookout! Drop that box, and I'll shoot you." The poor fellow's terror 

 was extreme, but after a staggering effort he reached the shore in safety. 



The rains being at their height, the difficulties were greater than any 

 Mr. Stanley had as yet experienced. He gives a graphic picture of the jungle 

 at one point of their journey. He says, " What dreadful odours and indis- 

 cribable loathing this jungle produces ! It is so dense that a tiger could not 

 crawl through it ; it is so impenetrable that an elephant could not force his 

 way ! Were a bottleful of concentrated miasma, such as we inhale herein, 

 collected, what a deadly poison, instantaneous in its action, undiscoverable in 



