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STANLEY FINDS THE LOST EXPLORER. 
‘We will, master, we will, master!’' respond the men eagerly. 
“One, two, three,—fire!” 
A volley from nearly fifty guns roars like a salute from a bat¬ 
tery of artillery; we shall note its effect presently on the peaceful- 
looking village below. 
“Now, kirangozi, hold the white man’s flag up high, and let 
the Zanzibar flag bring up the rear. And you men keep close 
together, and keep firing until we halt in the market-place, or before 
the white man’s house. You have said to me often that you could 
smell the fish of the Tanganyika—I can smell the fish of the Tan¬ 
ganyika now. There are fish, and beer, and a long rest waiting for 
you. March!” ^ 
OUR VOLLEYS HAD AWAKENED UJIJI. 
Before we had gone a hundred yards our repeated volleys had 
the effect desired. We had awakened Ujiji to the knowledge that 
a caravan was coming, and the people were witnessed rushing up 
in hundreds to meet us. The mere sight of the flags informed 
every one immediately that we were a caravan, but the American 
flag borne aloft by gigantic Asmani, whose face was one vast smile 
on this day, rather staggered them at first. However, many of the 
people who now approached us, remembered the flag. They had 
seen it float above the American Consulate, and from the mast-head 
of many a ship in the harbor of Zanzibar, and they were soon heard 
welcoming the beautiful flag with cries of “Bindera Kisungu!”— 
a white man’s flag! “Bindera Merikani!”—the American flag! 
Then we were surrounded by them and were almost deafened 
with the shouts of “Yambo, yambo, bana! Yambo, bana! Yambo, 
bana!” To each and all of my men the welcome was given. 
We were now about three hundred yards from the village of 
Ujiji, and the crowds are dense about me. Suddenly I hear a voice 
on my right say, 
“Good morning, sir!” 
Startled at hearing this greeting in the* midst of such a crowd 
of black people, I turn sharply around in search of the man, and 
see him at my side, with the blackest of faces, but animated and 
