930 LIFE OF DA VID LIVINGSTONE, LL.D. 



what may be called a new religion among the tribes round the Tanganyika, 

 any of which discoveries, with abundant leisure, would furnish matter for a 

 graphic letter. But the necessity of immediate departure is too urgent, since 

 if I delayed it would entail the sacrifice of many valuable lives in this Expe- 

 dition. It will take some days to prepare, to assort, and re-arrange the goods 

 after such a long stay here, and various minor matters must be attended to. 

 I may be able, nevertheless, to write you a small note on the day of depart- 

 ure in order to acquaint you with our position and prospects. 



" Henry M. Stanley." 



The subjoined letters from Frank Pocock, addressed to members of his 

 family, will complete Mr. Stanley's narratives, and be read with all the more 

 interest on account of the well-deserved praise which Mr. Stanley bestows on 

 this excellent young Englishman : — 



"Ujiji, Lake Tanganyika, Central Africa, 

 July 21, 1876. 

 " My Dear Uncle — I should like to have seen you before leaving home, 

 but there were so many to see that I hardly know who I did see. But I hope 

 to see you on my return, and I hope that will not be long. We have expended 

 nearly all our goods ; also ourselves are getting rather worn out from hard 

 marching under the burning sun, and fever and other sickness. We have made 

 a good round. We struck off fromUgogo, and marched north-west of the road 

 of all former travellers to the Victoria Nyanza, and reached it in a journey of 

 one hundred and three days from the coast. You would like to have seen the 

 caravan when it came to the top of a hill, and we caught sight of the lake. 

 I thought the black veterans would go mad with joy, running, shouting, roll- 

 ing on the ground, beating their bullock-hide drums, dancing, singing, firing 

 guns, etc. We had a rest for a few days, then put the sections of the boat to- 

 gether, and in eight days Mr, Stanley left us to explore the lake. Me and 

 the other white man, Fred. Barker, was left in charge of the goods and men. 

 But before Mr. Stanley returned poor Barker died from chills. Then I was 

 left alone, I may say — for then I knew nothing of the language — and during 

 the absence of Mr. Stanley three chiefs combined together to drive us away, 

 and steal our goods. But said I, they shan't drive us away for nothing, so 

 I served ammunitition to the people with guns, and spears to them without 

 guns, and they came close to the boma of our camp. But I would not allow 

 a man inside. We were just about to fire on them when we saw a man com- 

 ing to speak. He came to make friends. We made friends with him, and all 

 went off quiet. But the reason they did not fight was because they would have 



