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joyous—a man dressed in a long white shirt, with a turban of 
American sheeting around his woolly head, and I ask: 
^'Who the mischief are you?” 
am Susi, the servant of Dr. Livingstone,” said he, smiling, 
and showing a gleaming row of teeth. 
DR. LIVINGSTONE FOUND. 
''What! Is Dr. Livingstone here?” 
"Yes, sir.” 
"In this village?” 
"Yes, sir.” 
"Are you sure?” 
"Sure, sure, sir. Why I leave him just now.” 
"Good morning, sir,” said another voice. 
"Hallo,” said I, "is this another one?” 
"Yes, sir.” 
"Well, what is your name?” 
"My name is Chumah, sir.” 
"What! are you Chumah, the friend of Wekotani?” 
"Yes, sir.” 
"And is the doctor well?” 
"Not very well, sir.” 
"Where has he been so long?” 
"In Manyuema.” 
"Now, you Susi, run and tell the doctor I am coming.” 
"Yes, sir,” and otf he darted like a madman. 
But by this time we were within two hundred yards of the vil¬ 
lage, and the multitude was getting denser, and almost preventing 
our march. Flags and streamers were out; Arabs and Wangwana 
were pushing their way through the natives in order to greet us, for 
according to their account, we belonged to them. But the great 
wonder of all was, "How did you come from Unyanyembe ?” 
Soon Susi came running back, and asked me my name; he had 
told the doctor I was coming, but the doctor was too surprised to 
believe him, and when the doctor asked him my name, Susi was 
rather staggered. 
