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as eight days before. This could only be Livingstone, for Baker, the 
only other white man known to be in the interior, was comparatively 
young, and consequently would not be gray-haired. By dint of large 
bribes, Stanley aroused his men to something like excitement and 
energy, and pressing forward as speedily as possible, paying large 
tribute at every town, if only so as not to lose time, resisted continually 
by the savage chieftains of the country, crossing quagmires and 
streams, and, as the main track was infested by bands of warriors on 
the warpath, plunging into jungle depths and the wildest parts of a 
tropical wilderness, on November io, the two hundred and thirty-sixth 
day from Bagamoyo, at the head of his men, he surmounted a steep 
and lofty ridge, and beheld the Tanganyika and Ujiji at his feet. 
His faithful Wangwana pressed forward and gave vent to their 
feelings in the most boisterous and characteristic fashion. There, in 
front of them, lay the goal to which, through all their toil and pri¬ 
vation, they had ever been pressing nearer. The days of trouble were 
over, the hour of triumph had’ arrived. 
With his heart beating high with excitement, Stanley marshalled 
his caravan in order, and then with horns blowing, guns firing and 
flags flying, they descended the hill towards Ujiji. The people came 
out in crowds to meet them, and in the midst of the uproar, Stanley 
was accosted by Susi, the servant of Dr. Livingstone, who, in good 
English, told him that the Doctor was indeed alive, though poor in 
health. 
The news had quickly spread that a white man was coming, and 
all the chief Arabs had gathered in front of the Doctor's house, there 
to await the new arrival. For the rest—is it not a matter of history 
and engraved in the hearts of thousands, to whom the story of the 
great traveler and missionary has been as an epic? But let Stanley 
tell his own tale once more. 
“I pushed back the crowds, and passing from the rear, walked 
down a living avenue of people, until I came in front of the semi-circle 
of Arabs, in front of which stood the white man with the gray beard. 
As I advanced slowly towards him, I noticed’ he was pale, looked 
wearied, had a gray beard, wore a bluish cap, with a faded gold band 
round it, had on a red-sleeved waist-coat, and a pair of gray tweed 
