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But, during Susi’s absence, the news had been conveyed to the 
doctor that it was surely a white man that was coming, whose guns 
were firing, and whose flag could be seen; and the great Arab mag¬ 
nates of Ujiji—Mohammed bin Sali, Sayd bin Majid, Abid bin Suli- 
man, Mohammed bin Gharib, and others—had gathered together 
before the doctor’s house, and the doctor had come out from his 
veranda to discuss the matter and await my arrival. 
In the meantime, the head of the Expedition had halted, and 
the kinangozi was out of the ranks, holding his flag aloft, and Selim 
said to me, '‘I see the doctor, sir. Oh, what an old man! He has got 
a white beard.” And I—what would I not have given for a bit of 
friendly wilderness, where, unseen, I might vent my joy in some 
mad freak, such as idiotically biting my hand, turning a somersault, 
or slashing at trees, in order to allay those exciting feelings that 
were well-nigh uncontrollable. My heart beats fast, but I must not 
let my face betray my emotions, lest it shall detract from the dignity 
of a white man appearing under such extraordinary circumstances. 
A STORY OF MARVELLOUS INTEREST. 
So I did that which I thought was most dignified. I pushed 
back the crowds, and, passing from the rear, walked down a living 
avenue of people, until I came in front of the semicircle of Arabs, 
before which stood the ‘Vhite man with a grey beard.” 
As I advanced slowly towards him I noticed he was pale, that 
he looked wearied and wan, that he had grey whiskers and 
moustache, that he wore a bluish cloth cap with a faded gold band 
on a red ground round it, and that he had on a red-sleeved waist¬ 
coat, and a pair of grey tweed trousers. 
I would have run to him, only I was a coward in the presence 
of such a mob—would have embraced him, but that I did not know 
how he would receive it; so I did what moral cowardice and false 
pride suggested was the best thing—walked deliberately to him, took 
ofif my hat, and said: 
''Dr. Livingstone, I presume?” 
"Yes,” said he, with a kind, cordial smile, lifting his cap slightly. 
I replaced my hat on my head, and he replaced his cap, and we 
both grasped hands. I then said aloud: 
