CHAPTER XX. 
HOW STANLEY FOUND LIVINGSTONE. 
A Mutiny—Stanley’s Life Again Attempted—Attack of a Leopard—Lions near the Camp— 
“A White Man at Ujiji”—Silencing a Woman— Tanganyika — “Dr. Livingstone, I Pre¬ 
sume?”—Under the Palms of Ujiji—A Lion in the Grass—Parting from Livingstone— 
“Drop That Box, and I’ll Shoot You”—Going Home. 
We have not space here to detail Stanley’s prowess in hunting, 
since it brought nothing of special adventure; we m,ust pass on to a 
more dangerous incident. 
The caravan remained two days at this camping-place, the hunters 
procuring plenty of meat, which the others cut and sliced so that it 
might be dried for future use; and even then the meat-loving, lazy 
Wangwana did not wish to go. They delegated Bombay early in the 
morning of the 7th to speak to Stanley, and entreat him to stop one 
day longer. Bombay was well scolded for bearing any such request 
after two days’ rest; and Bombay was by no means in the best of 
humors; flesh-pots full of meat were more to his taste than a constant 
tramping, and its consequent fatigues. Stanley saw his face settle 
into sulky ugliness, and his great nether lip hanging down limp, which 
means, as if expressed in so many words: 
“Well, get them to move yourself, you wicked, hard man! I shall 
not help you.” 
An ominous silence followed Stanley’s order to the kirangozi to 
sound the horn, and the usual singing and chanting were not heard. 
The men turned sullenly to their bales, and Asmani, the gigantic guide, 
was heard to say grumblingly that he was sorry he had engaged to guide 
the Musungu to the Tanganyika. However, they started, though re¬ 
luctantly. Stanley stayed behind with the gun-bearers, to drive the 
stragglers on. In about half an hour he sighted the caravan at a 
dead stop, with the bales thrown on the ground, and the men standing 
in groups talking angrily and excitedly. 
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