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thank God, Doctor, I have been permitted to see you.’’ 
He answered, ‘‘I feel thankful that I am here to welcome you.” 
I turned to the Arabs, took off my hat to them in response to 
the saluting chorus of '‘Yambos” I received, and the doctor intro¬ 
duced them to me by name. Then, oblivious of the crowds, oblivious 
of the men who shared with me my dangers, we—Livingstone and 
I—turned our faces towards his house. He pointed to the veranda, 
or rather, mud platform, under the broad overhanging eaves; he 
pointed to his own particular seat, which I saw his age and exper¬ 
ience in Africa had suggested, namely, a straw mat, with a goatskin 
over it, and another skin nailed against the wall to protect his back 
from contact with the cold mud. I protested against taking this 
seat, which so much more befitted him than me, but the doctor would 
not yield: I must take it. 
A THRILLING NARRATIVE. 
We were seated— the doctor and I—with our backs to the wall. 
The Arabs took seats on our left. More than a thousand natives 
were in our front, filling the whole square densely, indulging their 
curiosity, and discussing the fact of two white men meeting at 
Ujiji—^one just come from Manyuema, in the west, the other from 
Unyanyembe, in the east. 
Conversation began. What about ? I declare I have forgotten. 
Oh! we mutually asked questions of one another, such as: 
^'How did you come here?” and ‘‘Where have you been all this 
long time?—the world has believed you to be dead.” Yes, that was 
the way it began; but whatever the doctor informed me, and that 
which I communicated to him, I cannot correctly report, for I found 
myself gazing at him, conning the wonderful figure and face of 
the man at whose side I now sat in Central Africa. 
Every hair of his head and beard, every wrinkle of his face, 
the wanness of his features, and the slightly wearied look he wore, 
were all imparting intelligence to me—the knowledge I craved for 
so much ever since I heard the words, “Take what you want, but 
find Livingstone.” What I saw was deeply interesting intelligence 
to me, and unvarnished truth. I was listening and reading at the 
same time. What did these dumb witnesses relate to me? 
