474 LIFE OF DA VID LIVINGSTONE, LL.D. 



Africa. The noblest heroes of geography have been of that land. She 

 reckons Bruce, Clapperton, Lander, Ritchie, Mungo Park, Laing, Baikie, 

 Speke, Burton, Grant, Baker, and Livingstone, as her sons. Many of these 

 have fallen, stricken to death by the poisonous malaria of the lands through 

 which they travelled. Who has recorded their last words — their last sighs ? 

 Who has related the agonies they must have suffered — their sufferings while 

 they lived ? What monuments mark their lonely resting-places ? Where is 

 he who can point out the exact localities where they died ? Look at that 

 skeleton of a continent ! We can only say they died in that unknown centre 

 of Africa — that great broad blank between the eastern and the western coasts. 



''Before I brought with me producible proofs, in the shape of letters, his 

 journal, his broken chronometers, his useless watches, his box of curiosities, 

 it was believed by all, with the exception of a few, that the most glorious 

 name among these geographical heroes — the most glorious name among fearless 

 missionaries, had been added to the martyrology list ; it was believed that 

 the illustrious Livingstone had at last succumbed to the many fatal influences 

 that are ever at work in that awful heart of Africa. 



"It was in my search for this illustrious explorer, which has now ended so 

 happily — far more successfully than I could ever have anticipated — that I 

 came to the shores of the great lake, the Tanganyika. At a little port, or 

 bunder, called Ujiji, in the district of Ujiji, my efforts were crowned with 

 success. If you will glance at the south-eastern shore of the Tanganyika, you 

 will find it a blank ; but I must now be permitted to fill it with rivers, and 

 streams, and marshes, and mountain ranges. I must people it with powerful 

 tribes — with Wafipa, Wakawendi, Wakonongo, and Wanyamwezi. More to 

 the south, ferocious Watuta, and predatory Warori ; and to the north, Mana 

 Msengi, Wangondo, and Waluriba. Before coming to the Malagarazi, I had 

 to pass through southern Wavinza. Crossing that river, and after a day's 

 march, I entered Ubha, a broad, plain country, extending from Uvinza north 

 to Urundi, and the lands inhabited by the northern Watuta. Three long 

 marches through Ubha brought me to the beautiful country of Ukaranga 

 and Ujiji, the Liuche valley, or Ruche, as Burton has it. Five miles further 

 westwards, brought me to the summit of a smooth, hilly ridge, and the town 

 of Ujiji, embowered in palms, lay at our feet, and beyond was the silver 

 lake, the Tanganyika, and beyond the broad belt of water towered the darkly 

 purple mountains of Ugoma and Ukaramba. 



"To very many here, perhaps, African names have no interest, but to those 

 who have travelled in Africa, each name brings a recollection — each word has 

 a distinct meaning ; sometimes the recollections are pleasing, sometimes bitter. 

 If I mention Ujiji, that little port in the Tanganyika, almost hidden by palm 

 groves, with the restless plangent surf rolling over the sandy beach, is recalled 

 as vividly to my mind as if I stood on that hill-top looking down upon it, and 



