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HOW STANLEY FOUND LIVINGSTONE . 
“My name is Chnma, sir.” 
‘ 4 What, are you Chuma, the friend of Wekotami?” 
4 ‘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 off he darted like a madman. 
But by this time they were within two hundred yards of the village, 
and the multitude was getting denser, and almost preventing their 
march. Flags and streamers were out; Arabs and Wangwana were 
pushing their way through the natives in order to greet the new-com¬ 
ers ; for according to their account, the strangers belonged to them. But 
the great wonder of all was: 
“How did you come from ITnyanyembe? 5 * 
Soon Susi came running back, and asked Stanley his name; he had 
told the doctor that a white man was coming, but the doctor was too 
surprised to believe him; and when asked the white man’s name, Susi 
was rather staggered. But during Susi’s absence, the news had been 
conveyed to the doctor that it was surely a white man that was com¬ 
ing, whose guns were firing and whose flag could be seen; and the 
great Arab magnates of Ujiji had gathered together before the doc¬ 
tor’s house, and the doctor had come out from his veranda to discuss 
the matter and await his arrival. 
In the meantime, the head of the expedition had halted, and the 
kirangozi was out of the ranks, holding his flag aloft; and Selim said to 
his master: 
LIVINGSTONE EOTJND. 
“I see the doctor, sir. Oh, what an old man! He has got a white 
heard.” 
And Stanley—what would he not have given for a bit of friendly 
wilderness, where he might vent his joy in some mad freak, such as 
idiotically biting his hand, turning a somersault, or slashing at trees, 
