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where, after a few minutes later, I met the illustrious Livingstone. If I think 

 of Unyanyenibe, naturally I recollect the fretful, peevish, and impatient life 

 I led there, until I summoned courage, collected my men, and marched to the 

 south to see Livingstone, or to die. If I think of Ukonongo, recollections of 

 our rapid marches, of famine, of hot suns, of surprises from enemies, and 

 mutiny among my men, of feeding upon wild fruit, and of a desperate rush 

 into a jungle. If I think of Ukawendi, I see a glorious land of lovely valleys, 

 and green mountains, and forests of tall trees ; the march under their twilight 

 shades, and the exuberant chant of my people, as we gaily tramped towards 

 the north. If I think of southern Uvinza, I see mountains of haematite 

 of iron — I see enormous masses of disintegrated rock, great chasms, deep 

 ravines, a bleakness and desolation as of death. If I think of the Malagarazi, 

 I can see the river, with its fatal reptiles, and snorting hippopotami ; I can 

 see the salt plains stretching on either side ; and if I think of Ubha, recollec- 

 tions of the many trials we underwent, of the turbulent, contumacious crowds, 

 the stealthy march at midnight through their villages, the preparations for 

 battle, the alarm, and the happy escape, culminating in the happy meeting 

 with Livingstone. There, in that open square, surrounded by hundreds of 

 curious natives, stands the worn-out, pale-faced, grey-bearded, and bent form 

 of my great companion. There stands the sullen-eyed Arabs, in their snowy 

 dresses, girdled, stroking their long beards, wondering why I came. There 

 stands the Wajiji, children of the Tanganyika, side by side with the Wanyam- 

 wezi, with the fierce and turbulent Warundi, with Livingstone and myself in the 

 centre. Yes, I note it all, with the sun-light falling softly on the picturesque 

 scene. I hear the low murmur of the surf, the rustling of the palm branches. 

 I note the hush that has crept over the multitudes as we two clasp hands." 



After Mr Stanley had given details of the geographical discoveries Dr. 

 Livingstone had entrusted to him, which we will deal with further on — the 

 geographical experts proceeded to cross-examine him, and to propound their 

 individual theories as to the ultimate goal of the great river Lualaba. None 

 of them agreed in the belief that Livingstone held as to its being the Nile, 

 and Mr. Stanley was exceedingly caustic in dealing with these geographical 

 doubters. We make a few extracts from an account of the scene by an eye- 

 witness. 



After Mr. Stanley's paper was read, some extracts from Dr Livingstone's 

 despatches were read, " the gentleman who performed that duty skipping a good 

 deal ; and then Mr. Francis announced a paper from Colonel Grant (Speke's 

 companion), part of which had only been received by post that morning. Mr. 

 Stanley began to make notes for his reply directly Colonel Grant's doubts came 

 to be read, and it was clear that he was prepared to stand by the theories he 

 had formed after his four months and four days' close conference with Living- 

 stone, let who would oppose them." 



