STANLEY FINDS THE LOST EXPLORER. 
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^ Oh, reader, had you been at my side on this day in Ujiji, how 
eloquently could be told the nature of this man’s work! Had you 
been there but to see and hear! His lips gave me the details; lips 
that never lie. I cannot repeat what he said; I was too much 
engrossed to take my note-book out, and begin to stenograph his 
story. He had so much to say that he began at the end, seemingly 
oblivious of the fact that five or six years had to be accounted for. 
But his account was oozing out; it was growing fast into grand 
proportions-—into a most marvellous history of deeds. 
The Arabs rose up, with a delicacy I approved, as if they intui¬ 
tively knew that we ought to be left to ourselves. 
WELCOME LETTERS AFTER YEARS OF WAITING. 
I sent Bombay with them to give them the news they also 
wanted so much to know about the affairs at Unyanyembe. Sayd 
bin Majid was the father of the gallant young man whom I saw at 
Masangi, and who fought with me at Zimbizo, and who soon after¬ 
wards was killed by Mirambo’s Ruga-Ruga in the forest of Wilyan- 
kuru; and, knowing that I had been there, he earnestly desired to 
hear the tale of the fight; but they had all friends at Unyanyembe, 
and it was but natural that they should be anxious to hear of what 
concerned them. 
After giving orders to Bombay and Asmani for the provision¬ 
ing of the men of the Expedition, I called “Kaif-Halek,” or '‘How- 
do-ye-do,’^ and introduced him to Dr. Livingstone as one of the 
soldiers in charge of certain goods left at Unyanyembe, whom I had 
compelled to accompany me to Ujiji, that he might deliver in person 
to his master the letter-bag with which he had been intrusted. This 
was that famous letter-bag marked ^'Nov. ist, 1870,” which was 
now delivered into the doctor’s hands 365 days after it left Zanzi¬ 
bar ! How long, I wonder, had it remained at Unyanyembe had I 
not been despatched into Central Africa in search of the great 
traveller ? 
The doctor kept the letter-bag on his knee, then, presently, 
opened it, looked at the letters contained there, and read one or two 
of his children’s letters, his face in the meanwhile lighting up. 
