708 LIFE OF DA VII) LIVINGSTONE, LL.D. 



sick list numbered thirty. Here also, Edward Pocock fell seriously ill of 

 typhoid fever. For his sake, as well as for the other sufferers, I halted in 

 Suna four days ; but it was evident that the longer we stayed in their country 

 the less we were liked by the natives, and it was incumbent on us to move, 

 though much against my inclination. There were many grave reasons why 

 we should have halted several days longer, for Edward Pocock was daily 

 getting worse, and the sick-list increased alarmingly ; dysentery, diarrhoea, 

 chest diseases, sore feet, tasked my medical knowledge to the utmost; but 

 prudence forbade a stay. The rear-guard and captains of the Expedition were 

 therefore compelled to do the work of carriers, and every soldier for the time 

 being was converted into a pagaz-i, or porter. Pocock was put into a hammock, 

 the sick and weakly were encouraged to do their utmost to move on with the 

 Expedition to more promising lands, where the natives were less suspicious, 

 where food was more abundant, and where cattle were numerous. Imbued 

 with this hope, the entire camp resumed its march across the clear, open, and 

 well-cultivated country of Urimi. 



"Chiwyu was reached about ten o'clock, after a short Avalk, and here the 

 young Englishman, Edward Pocock, breathed his last, to the great grief of 

 us all. According to two rated pedometers, we had finished the four hun- 

 dredth mile of our march from the sea, and had reached the base of the water- 

 shed whence the trickling streams and infant waters begin to flow Nileward, 

 when this noble young fellow died. We buried him at night, and a cross, 

 cut deep into a tree, marks his last resting-place at Chiwyu. As we travelled 

 north we became still more assured that we had arrived in the dewy land 

 whence the extreme southern springs, rivulets, and streams, discharge their 

 waters into the Nile. From a high ridge overlooking a vast extent of country, 

 the story of their course was plainly written in the deep depressions and hol- 

 lows trending northward and north-westward ; and as we noticed these signs 

 of the incipient Nile, we cherished the growing hope, that before long, we 

 should gaze with gladdened eyes on the mighty reservoir which collected 

 these waters that purled and rippled at our feet, into its broad bosom, to dis- 

 charge them in one vast body into the White Nile. From Chiwyu we 

 journeyed two days through Urimi to Mangara, where Kaif Halleck — the 

 carrier of Kirk's letter-bag to Livingstone, whom I compelled to accompany 

 me to Ujiji in 1871— was brutally murdered. He had been suffering from 

 asthma, and I had permitted him to follow the main body slowly, the rear- 

 guard being all employed as carriers because of the heavy sick-list, when he 

 was waylaid by the natives and hacked to pieces. This was the first overt 

 act of hostility on the part of the Warimi. Unable to fix the crime on any 

 particular village, we resumed our journey, and entered Ituru, a district in 

 Northern Urimi, on the 21st of January. 



" The village near which we camped was called Vinyata, and was situ- 



