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the Doctor’s faithful fellows—-they must all shake and kiss my hands 
before I could quite turn away/’ 
The homeward journey followed much the same line of country 
as the outward, and at sunset on the 6th of May, the Herald Expedi¬ 
tion entered Bagamoyo, having marched five hundred and twenty-five 
miles in thirty-five days, through howling tempests and inundated 
plains—struggling, wading and swimming, and all but succumbing. 
The end was at length reached—the double journey completed 
Stanley entered the town with the tattered stars and stripes of his 
adopted country flying before him; with his men wrought up to a 
state of excitement hardly short of madness, discharging their guns 
and yelling like a company of fiends—with the marks upon every 
single individual of illness, famine and toil—a sorry-looking crew— 
but for all that with the eyes of an admiring world upon them. Men 
whom Stanley had known in Zanzibar failed to recognize him now—* 
he was so aged and his hair had become so gray. None, however, 
withheld the hand of congratulation and applause which the reliever 
of Livingstone had so well earned. None thought of aught but to do 
honor to him to whom honor was most justly due. Livingstone was 
alive, and able to go on with his great work; his journals had been 
brought safely from out of the darkness of the continent, and the 
records of his labors preserved; the New York Herald Expedition had 
fulfilled its purpose and more than justified its existence—for Stanley 
had succeeded! 
