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PAPERS IN BLACKWOOD. 



taught that the expedition had owed to him all 

 its success: he had learned to feel aggrieved, 

 and the usual mental alchem.y permuted to an 

 offence every friendly effort which I had made in 

 his favour. No one is so unforgiving, I need 

 hardly say, as the man who injures another. 

 A college friend (Alfred B. Richards) thus cor- 

 rectly defined my position, 'Barton, shaken to 

 the hackhone hy fever, disgusted, desponding, 

 and left hehind both in the spirit and in the flesh, 

 was, in racing parlance, " nowhere." ' 



Presently appeared two papers in Black- 

 wood's Magazine (Sept. — Oct., 1859), Avhich 

 opened a broad breach between my late com- 

 panion and myself. They contained futilities 

 wliich all readers could detect. A horseshoe, or 

 Chancellor's wig, some GOOO feet high and 180 

 miles in depth, was prolonged beyond the equator 

 and gravely named 'Mountains of the Moon.' 

 The Nyanza water, driven some 120 miles 

 further north than when originally laid down 

 from Arab information, stultified one of the most 

 important parts of our labours. Nor did I see 

 why my companion should proceed to apply 

 without consultation such names as ' Speke 

 Channel' and 'Burton Point' to features which 

 we had explored together. 



