THE MEETING OF STANLEY AND LIVINGSTONE. 49* 
*n Englishman, was coming. * Sure, sure, he was an Eng- 
lishman,’ they said, though the American flag was in their 
front, held aloft by the stout arms of my gigantic Kiran- 
gozi. We entered slowly, the immense number of people 
who had collected about us impeding rapid progress As 
we advanced, the crowd became larger and more mingled 
with the chief Arabs, and the noise of firing and shouting 
became deafening. Suddenly the firing and hubbub ceased ; 
the van of the expedition had halted. Passing from the 
rear of it to the front, I saw a knot of Arabs, and in the 
ccntie, in striking contrast to their sunburt faces, was a 
pale-looking and gray-headed white man, in a navy cap, 
with a faded gold band about it, and red woollen jacket. 
This white man was Dr. David Livingstone, the hero 
traveller, the object of the search. It was the dignity that 
a white man, and leader of an expedition ought to possess, 
that prevented me from running to shake hands with the 
venerable traveller ; but when I first caught sight of him — 
the man with whose book on Africa I was first made 
acquainted when a boy — so far away from civilization, it 
was very tempting. False pride and the presence of the 
grave looking Arab dignitaries of Ujiji restrained me, and 
suggested me to say, with a shake of the hand : 
“ ‘ Dr. Livingstone, I presume.’ 
“ ‘ Yes,’ was the answer, with a kind smile. 
" Together we turned toward his house. We took seats 
on the goatskins spread over the mud floor of his veranda. 
Conversation began, it would be difficult to say about what, 
the topics changed so rapidly; but shortly I found myself 
acting the part of a newspaper — I had five 3'ears of news 
to gi\e him. Our first day was passed in eating so vora- 
ciously, and talking so fast, and about such manifold sub. 
jects, that it is difficult to say which we did most. But it 
j s certain that before retiring, he asserted his belief that I 
ad brought new life to him : he already felt stronger and 
etter. That night he read the packet of letters which I 
a d brought to him, the reading of which he had deferred 
for that time. 
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