CAPTAIN SPEKE. 
349 
strikingly displayed in his recent efforts to pro- 
secute his work in Africa, which, had he lived, 
he would ultimately have accomplished. But 
God has ordained it otherwise. His will be 
done ! To Captain Speke's mourning relatives 
and friends, there remains the consolation that 
though he died in the prime of life, he had at- 
tained to immortal fame, and now rests in his 
own beautiful native district, lamented by all 
who knew him, and a brilliant example to the 
youth of future generations. His remains were 
laid with those of his ancestors in the family 
vault of the parish church; and had the toll 
of the funeral bells reached the shores of the 
Nyanza as it touched the hearts of those in 
the valley of Ilminster, there is one at least 
— the King of Uganda — who would have shed 
a tear for the untimely death of the far-distant 
traveller who had sought and found his protec- 
tion. I must now resume the course of my 
narrative, which has been so painfully inter- 
rupted. 
At Apuddo gales blew hot and powerful enough to 
melt any number of glaciers. The "Kousee" wind 
from the N.E., carrying dust with it, blew as if through 
a funnel during the latter half of January ; it was no 
doubt reflected with greater violence on account of the 
proximity of the Jubl Kookoo range of mountain to 
our N.W. While sheltered from its blasts we perspired 
profusely ; but by sunset it had lulled away, and we 
