800 LIFE OF DA VID LIVINGSTONE, LL.D. 



when there is better conveyance. The letters that go from Uganda go 

 down the Nile and through Egypt, so that I shall be sure of them going 

 home. When you write send long letters, for only a few words would come 

 very acceptable. I have not seen or heard a white man since I left the 

 coast. That was on the 1st of November. Give my love to all. Kiss all 

 the children for me. I will write more next time. Tell Harry to save me a 

 piece of cake. I have no more to say just now, so I must conclude with love 

 to all. — I am, your affectionate and loving son, Francis John Pocock. 



" Secomia, May 15, 1875." 



" We reached Lake Albert, but, as we could find no place that was 

 peaceable to camp where we could stop while Mr. S. explored the lake, as he 

 did Lake Victoria, we were obliged to return and make ourselves content 

 with seeing the lake, and drinking of its waters." 



" Anglo-American Expedition, Central Africa, 

 April 18, 1876. 



" My Dear Parents — My heart yearns to you and home. It is now one 

 year and five months since I heard a single word from you. I received your 

 letters the day we left the coast. Since then Mr. S. received some papers 

 from Colonel Gordon at Gondokorro in Egypt; and that is all we know 

 about our homes. God only knows what has happened. There is no one 

 knows the Pococks here, or Cookham Woods. I wrote a letter to you and 

 Bill when we arrived in Uganda. Mr. S. was gone to the sultan. Three 

 months I was left alone with the goods. We were in Uganda five months — 

 a land flowing with milk and honey. We then went to the Albert Nyanza, 

 through Unyoro, escorted by two thousand Waganda sent by the sultan. We 

 thought of seeing some white men at the Albert Nyanza ; we reached there, 

 and saw the lake, but had to retreat in great haste. We marched for sixteen 

 days from two o'clock in the morning until sunset — hungry and thirsty, 

 weary, and footsore ; and when we halted we had no bed, but lay on the 

 ground. I became very sick from fever, which I thought would have car- 

 ried me off. But my time was not come. On the road we passed a fine 

 mountain crowned with snow, and many beautiful streams feeding the Ny- 

 anza. I cannot say anything about the people. All I know, they are bad. 

 They train large dogs to fight like tigers. 



" We left Uganda on January 1, 1876, and returned to Uganda on the 

 17th. When we reached Uganda the Waganda left us, and we travelled on 

 to Karagwe. We crossed the Kagera River, the main source of the Nile, and 

 drank of its waters. When we reached Karagwe we fell in with some Arabs 



