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“ At 5 a.m. drums are beaten ; the boats going with 
Stanley are collecting together. 
“ Mr. Stanley and myself are soon ready. The Lady 
Alice is unmoored ; luggage, sheep, goats, and poultry 
are already stowed away in their places. There is 
nothing to be done except to hoist the American hag 
and head the boat southwards. I accompany Stanley 
to his boat ; we shake 
hands and commend 
each other to the care 
of God. Stanley takes 
the helm ; the Lady 
Alice immediately 
swerves like a spirited 
horse, and bounds for- 
ward, lashing the 
water of the Nyanza 
into foam. The starry 
flag is hoisted, and 
floats proudly in the 
breeze ; I immediately 
raise a loud hurrah 
with such hearty good 
will as perhaps never 
before greeted the 
traveller’s ears. 
“ The Lady Alice is 
already far away. We 
J i n LOOKING SOUTH. 
wave our handker- 
chiefs as a last farewell ; my heart is 
full ; I have just lost a brother. I had 
grown used to seeing Stanley, the open-hearted, 
sympathetic man and friend and admirable traveller. 
With him I forgot my fatigue ; this meeting had been 
like a return to my own country. His engaging in- 
structive conversation made the hours pass like minutes. 
I hope I may see him again, and have the happiness 
of spending several days with him.” 
“Adieu! adieu! mon ami Linant ! Remember my 
