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thought of the great forests of Arkansas-the | Mirambo's men suddenly arose out of the long

dreaming days passed under the sighing pines on the Ouachita's shores; how he had drifted down the Mississippi; how he had wandered on foot through Spain and France, through Asia Minor; of his hurried march from Zanzibar; then there came a long blank, and he found he had been in bed two weeks, mortally ill with fever, attended by Shaw and his people. He owed his life to his own sagacity, because he had taught the Arab boy whom he had brought from Jerusalem with him the use of every medicine in his medicine-chest, and, thanks to the memory of the youth, he had been properly attended. No sooner had he recovered than Shaw was stricken down; then the Arab boy was prostrated; but by the 28th of July all had recovered, and he began to brighten up with the prospect of a march upon Mirambo's stronghold.

On the morning of the 29th fifty men were loaded with beads and cloth for Ujiji. Bombay the leader was missing, and after a long search was found blubbering at the prospect of being killed by Mirambo's soldiers. Only a stern lesson from Stanley's cane awakened him, and he finally led the caravan, the red blanket-robes of the men streaming behind them as the furious north-easter blew over them.

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grass on each side of them, and stabbed them with their spears. The effect of this defeat was indescribable. Great consternation was brought among the Arabs by the news, and the next morning Stanley found that the Arabian forces were retreating, and his servants adjured him to follow, saying that Mirambo was coming!" Stanley was wild with fever, and so ill that he would gladly have laid down by the roadside to die, but he was compelled to follow the retreating Arabs: and when he asked Selim, "Why did not you also run away and leave your master to die?" the Arab boy answered naively, "Oh, sir, I was afraid you would whip me." It never occurred to the Arab magnates that Mr. Stanley had any cause of complaint against them, or that he had a right to feel aggrieved for their base desertion of an ally, and they were consequently surprised when he told them that they must not consider him as an ally any longer. He succeeded, after some effort, in producing a little courage among them; but that finally failed, and they retreated still further, he being compelled to follow them to Tabora. Meantime a caravan came in from the sea-coast, reporting that Stanley's man Farquhar, whom he had left sick in Usagara. When they arrived at the rendezvous of the was dead, and that the body had been left Arab army, which consisted of about 2200 naked in the jungle, without the slightest men, armed with guns, flint-lock muskets, covering over it. Shaw was again taken down German and French double-barrels, English ill, and Stanley busied himself with preparaEnfields, and American Springfields, powder tions for another march, when he was surprised and ball were served out to all of Stanley's by the news that Mirambo had attacked Tacaravan; and although Stanley was again bora with over 2000 men, and that a large smitten with intermittent fever, an expedition force which had allied itself with him for the at once set off into the hostile country. No sake of plunder had also instituted an attack sooner had they arrived in front of the first in an opposite direction; therefore a sally was hostile village than a volley was opened on at once determined against him. Some of them as they emerged from the forests along the bravest of the Arabs saw a pavilion at the Unyanyembe road, and immediately the some distance on the plain, which they knew attacking force began its firing in the most to be Mirambo's war-tent, and under cover splendid style. There were some ludicrous of a flag of truce approached the redoubtable scenes of men pretending to fire and then chieftain, only to be incontinently slain by his jumping off to one side, then forward, then backward, with the agility of hopping-frogs; but the battle was none the less in earnest. The soldiers were soon rushing into the village from west, east, and north; and the poor villagers were flying from the inclosure toward the mountains, vigorously pursued. In about an hour the neighbourhood was cleared of the enemy, and two other villages were captured and committed to the flames. A second expedition of Arabs went out toward the stronghold where it was supposed Mirambo was living, and was defeated with great slaughter.

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The whole surrounding country was in flames, and Stanley at once began to prepare his house for defence. Loopholes for muskets were made in the stout gray walls, and refugees had guns put into their hands. Livingstone's men were invited to help defend their master's goods, and at night Stanley had 150 armed men in his court-yard, stationed at every possible point where an attack might be expected. The American flag was raised above the house: provisions and water enough for six days were brought in; rifle-pits were constructed round the exterior; all native huts that obstructed

the view were taken down; and while the commander of the Herald expedition freely admitted that, with cannon, fifty Europeans could easily take the position, he readily defied 10,000 Africans. After waiting some days, Mirambo, having heard of all these formidable preparations, retreated; and when the Arabs went in force to attack his village of Kazama, they found it vacant.

Shaw meantime grew rapidly worse, and Stanley daily feared that he would die. The only comfort which he had during these exciting times was in a packet of letters and newspapers from the American consul at Zanzibar. The expedition increased in numbers. Mirambo made no more attempt at war, but finally retreated in disgust. Stanley gave a grand banquet to celebrate his departure from the forbidding and unhealthy country. Pots of "pombe," or native beer, were served out to the people; and on the 20th of September the American flag was once more raised, and the Kirangozi shouted lustily his song as he upheld the "Stars and Stripes," and led the caravan along the southern route toward Ujiji and Livingstone.

There were fifty-four people in the newlyconstituted caravan. Although the fevers came and went with terrible persistence, and from time to time carriers deserted, stealing cloths and guns, they made a fine march during four days; but at the end of that time Mr. Shaw was so capricious and constantly ill, as the result of his own excesses, that when he finally asked to be allowed to return to the coast, Stanley readily consented; but he warned Shaw not to desert the only companion really faithful to him, and said, “If you return, you die!" Shaw was not so afraid of death, however, as of progress forward into the unknown land of Africa; and a strong litter was made, on which he was transported back to Kwihara. The Herald caravan moved forward, and Shaw was soon lost in the distance. It moved for ward through illimitable forests, stretched in grand waves beyond the ken of vision; ridges, forest-clad, rising gently one above another, until they receded in the dim, purple, blue distance, through a leafy ocean, where was only an indistinct outline of a hill far away, or here and there a tall tree higher than the rest, conspicuous against the translucent sky; now mounting to the summit of a ridge, expectant of a change, but only to find wearied eyes fixed upon the same vast expanse of woods, woods, woods; leafy branches, foliaged globes, or parachutes, green, brown, or sere in colour; forests one above another. "And I

say," adds Mr. Stanley, "that though the Windsor and New Forests may be very fine and noble in England, yet they are but faggots of sticks compared with these eternal forests of Unyanyembe." Mountainous as it was, the journey would have been pleasant had not the fever continually racked the frame of the white man, and even penetrated the thick skins of his comrades. It was usually succeeded by a severe headache, with excessive pains about the loins and the spinal column, which presently would spread over the shoulder-blades, and, running up the neck, find a final lodgment in the back and front of the head. After languor and torpitude had seized the sufferer, raging thirst soon possessed him. The brain became crowded with strange fancies, figures of created and uncreated reptiles and headless monsters floated before the darkened vision, until, unable to longer bear the scene, the fever-stricken wretch made an effort, opened his eyes, and dissolved the delirious dream, only to glide into another more horrible.

Stanley next passed through a grand and noble expanse of grass-land, which was one of the finest scenes he had witnessed since leaving the coast. Great herds of buffalo, zebra, giraffe, and antelope coursed through the plains, and the expedition indulged in a day or two of hunting. Mr. Stanley, while crossing a river at this point, narrowly escaped being devoured by a crocodile, but little recked the danger, led on by the excitement of stalking wild boars, shooting buffalo-cows, and bagging hartebeests.

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On the 7th of October, as they were breaking camp once more, to the great regret of the gormandizing savages, a mutiny occurred. Stanley was busy with preparations for the start, when he saw the men standing in groups, and conversing angrily together. He took his double-barrelled gun from the shoulder of Selim, the Arab boy; selected a dozen charges of buck-shot, and slipping two of them into the barrels, and adjusting his revolvers for handy work, he walked toward the men. he advanced they seized their guns. When within thirty yards of the groups, he saw the heads of two men appear above an ant hill on his left, with the barrels of their guns carelessly pointed towards the road. He took deliberate aim at them, threatening to blow their heads off if they did not come forward to talk to him. They presently came; but keeping his eye on Asmani, the larger of them, he saw him move his fingers to the trigger of his gun, and bring it to a “ready." Meanwhile the other fellow slipped round to the rear. men had murder in their eyes. Stanley

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And was he ever at Ujiji before?" "Yes; he went away a long time ago." "Hurrah!" said Stanley; "this must be Livingstone!"

planted the muzzle of his rifle close to the wicked-looking face of the first, and ordered him to drop his rifle instantly. He did so; and in a few moments both were profuse in their protestations that they had not intended harm, but that they disliked to penetrate Livingstone! Livingstone! Yes; but supfurther into the country. Stanley found upon pose that Livingstone were dead, or that he investigation that Bombay and Ambari were had departed on another exploring expedition. the instituters of the mutiny; and after giving | What then would become of Stanley's courage? them a sound thrashing with a spear-stalk, He determined to hasten forward at all hazclapped them into chains, with the threat that ards; and passing through Ukha, where the they would be kept chained until they knew scoundrelly chiefs and kings made most alarmhow to ask his pardon. A penitent requesting exactions, and sadly diminished his stock came in an hour, and they were released.

Now from time to time they heard from passing savages occasional rumours of the presence of white men at various points. This encouraged Stanley to believe that Livingstone was not far off, and gave him the necessary boldness to traverse the great wilderness beyond Marara, the transit of which he was warned would occupy nine days. The negroes became enthusiastic at the prospect of their journey's end, and said they could already smell the fish in the waters of Lake Tanganika. It constantly haunted Stanley's mind that if Dr. Livingstone should ever hear of his coming, which he might possibly do if he travelled out of the known road, he would leave, and his search for him would consequently be a stern-chase. They therefore boldly turned their faces north, and marched for the Malagarazi, a large river flowing from the east to the Tanganika. One of the exciting episodes of the journey was a boar-hunt, in which Mr. Stanley had a narrow escape from ignominious death. In one of the forests through which he passed he encountered a huge reddish-coloured boar; and after provoking him with bullets, and shooting him through and through, found that his formidable antagonist still had strength to charge furiously upon him. But Mr. Stanley, by placing his snow-white Indian helmet at the foot of a tree, and enticing the boar to rush at it, managed to escape, but did not succeed in bagging his game. On the 1st of November they arrived at the long-lookedfor river, and after a fierce dispute with the officials of the primitive ferry, and a loss of one of the beasts of burden in the river, they met a caravan coming from the interior, and were told that a white man had just arrived at Ujiji. "A white man!" cried Stanley. "Yes; an old white man, with white hair on his face, and he was sick.' "Where had he come from?" From a very far country, indeed."

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of cloth-now running away by night to avoid fresh exactions on the following day, and now deciding to fight rather than submit to any more swindles, the caravan arrived on the 8th of November at the Rugufu river, at which point they could distinctly hear the thunders from the mysterious torrents which rolled into the cavernous recesses of Kabogo Mountain, on the further side of Lake Tanganika. The negroes informed Stanley that if he passed near there he must throw beads and cloth into the caverns to appease the god of the lake, or he would be lost. But the noise of the torrents gave Stanley the heartiest joy, because he knew that he was only forty-six miles from Ujiji, and possibly Livingstone! Still that was a march of eighteen hours. He could have ridden it in one day if his noble horse had been alive, but now he must toil forward at a snail's pace. The thought made him frantic! On the 9th, in the morning, they had terrible journey, hiding in the thicket nearly every hour, in mortal dread of pursuit by the redoubtable warriors of Ukha; but by noon they had passed out of the limits of this dangerous territory, and reached a picturesque and sequestered series of valleys, where wild fruit-trees grew, and rare flowers blossomed. On this day they caught sight of the hills from which Lake Tanganika could be seen and passed through Ukarango. Stanley ordered his boy Selim to furbish up his tattered travelling suits, that he might make as good an appearance as possible. On the 236th day from Bagamoyo, and the 51st from Unyanyembe, they saw the Lake of Tanganika spread out before them, and around it the great blueblack mountains of Ugoma and Ukaramba. It was an immense broad sheet-a burnished bed of silver-a lucid canopy of blue above, lofty mountains for its valances, and palmforests for its fringes.

Descending the western slope of the mountain, the port of Ujiji lay below, embowered in palms.

"Unfurl your flags and load your guns!" | tains; listening to the sonorous thunder of the cried Stanley. surf of the Tanganika, and to the dreamy

"Ay wallah, ay wallah, bana!" eagerly re- chorus which the night-insects sang. When sponded the men.

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"Sure, sure, sir. Why, I leave him just now." Then another servant introduced himself; the crowds flocked around anew; Stanley scourged himself to keep down his furious emotions; and finally, at the head of his caravan, arrived before a semicircle of Arab magnates, in front of whom stood an old white man with a gray beard.

As Stanley advanced toward him, he noticed that he was pale, looked wearied, had on his head a bluish cap with a faded gold band around it, a red-sleeved waistcoat, and a pair of gray tweed trousers. He would have run to him, but he remembered the traditional coldness of the English race; and so he walked deliberately to him, took off his hat, and said: "Dr. Livingstone, I presume?"

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Livingstone bade Stanley "Good night!" he added, “God bless you!"

Mr. Stanley remained four months in the company of Dr. Livingstone, during which time an intimate and rich friendship grew up between the two men. Stanley brought youth, impulse, generous freedom of expression, and long experience of travel, to the veteran; Dr. Livingstone gave a deep gratitude, a thorough Christian love, and the wisdom of age to the companionship. From November 10, 1871, until March 14, 1872, the men were daily together. Dr. Livingstone had been in Africa since March, 1866. He left Zanzibar in April of that year for the interior, with thirty men, and worked studiously at his high mission of correcting the errors of former travellers, until early in 1869, when he arrived in Ujiji, and took a brief rest. He had been deserted in the most cowardly manner by the majority of his followers, and was much of the time in want. At the end of June, 1869, he went on to the lake into which the Lualaba ran, and then was compelled to return the weary distance of 700 miles to Ujiji. The magnificent result of his labours, both in the interest of science and humanity, are now known to all the world. Up to the time of Mr. Stanley's arrival, to succour him with Mr. James Gordon Bennett's generous stock of supplies, Livingstone had refrained from communicating to the Royal Geographical Society of England, as a body, even an outline of his discoveries.

The two friends made a long cruise together on Lake Tanganika, traversing over 300 miles of water in the primitive manner of African

Yes," said he, with a kind smile, lifting, travel, in twenty-eight days, and passing his cap slightly.

Then they clasped hands; and, after the necessary formalities with the Arab magnates, Mr. Stanley explained himself and his mission. It was a great day for the old explorer. There were letters from his children! "Ah!" he said, patiently, "I have waited years for letters." There was a whole epic of pathos in his voice.

And you may picture for yourselves that strangely-met pair seated in the explorer's house, Livingstone hearing for the first time of the great changes in Europe, and Stanley offering a brimming goblet of champagne, brought all the way from the Jesuit mission at Bagamoyo! They sat long together, with their faces turned eastward, noting the dark❘ shadows creeping up above the grove of palms beyond the village, and the rampart of moun

through a great variety of adventures; after which Mr. Stanley persuaded Livingstone to return with him to Unyanyembe, where he received his supplies, and enlisted soldiers and carriers enough to enable him to travel anywhere it might be necessary to thoroughly effect the settlement of the Nile problem. On the 27th of December they left Ujiji, and on the 31st of January met a caravan which brought them the news of the death of poor Shaw, Stanley's old comrade, at Kwihara, long before they reached Unyanyembe unharmed. On the 18th of February four years' supplies, brought by the caravans of the Herald and the faltering expedition despatched by Dr. Kirk, were given into Livingstone's possession; and on the 14th of March the two men parted, not without tears. On the way to Bagamoyo

Stanley suffered much anxiety on account of | journal and letters, and his own rich experi

the precious box containing the Livingstone ence. These details, few in comparison with papers; and once, at the crossing of a stream, the mass given in Mr. Stanley's own account nothing saved it from being lost but the in his published book, How I Found Living prompt aim of Stanley's pistol at the head of stone,1 will serve to whet the reader's appetite. the careless bearer. It was not until sunset Mr. Stanley has not paraded himself as a hero: on the 6th of May that the worn and fatigued but those who read his book, as well as those Stanley re-entered Bagamoyo, and learned, who know him, can have no doubt that the from members of the Dawson expedition quar- heroic element is strong in his soul, and that tered there, the real purport and scope of his his name will henceforth be as famous as those own magnificent daring and success. The of Marco Polo, or the grimly striving Livingnext morning he crossed to Zanzibar, and stone, who, with true British pluck, proposes thence, as soon as possible, departed for Europe to cling to his task of exploration until it is with his precious freight, the Livingstone finished.2-Scribner's (New York) Magazine.

NORTHERN FARMER.

OLD STYLE.

BY ALFRED TENNYSON.3

Wheer 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin' 'ere aloän?

Noorse? thoort nowt o' a noorse: whoy, Doctor's abeän an' agoän:

Says that I moänt 'a naw moor yaäle: but I beänt a fool:

Git ma my yaäle, for I beänt a-gooin' to break my rule.

Doctors, they knaws nowt, for a says what's nawways true:
Naw soort o' koind o' use to saäy the things that a do.
I've 'ed my point o' yaäle ivry noight sin' I beän 'ere,
An' I've 'ed my quart ivry market-noight for foorty year.

Parson's a beän loikewoise, an' a sittin 'ere o' my bed.
"The Amoighty's a taäkin o' you to 'issén, my friend,” a said,

An' a towd ma my sins, an's toithe were due, an' I gied it in hond;
I done my duty by un, as I 'a done by the lond.

Larn'd a ma' beä. I reckons I 'annot sa mooch to larn.

But a cost oop, thot a did, 'boot Bessy Marris's barn.

Thof a knaws I hallus voäted wi' Squoire an' choorch an' state,

An' i' the woost o' toimes I wur niver agin the raäte.

An' I hallus comed to 's choorch afoor moy Sally wur dead,

An' 'eerd un a bummin' awaäy loike a buzzard-clock ower my yeäd,
An' I niver knaw'd whot a meän'd but I thowt a 'ad summut to saäy,
An' I thowt a said whot a owt to 'a said an' I comed awaäy.

Bessy Marris's barn! tha knaws she laäid it to meä.

Mowt 'a beän, mayhap, for she wur a bad un, sheä.
'Siver, I kep un, I kep un, my lass, tha mun understond;
I done my duty by un as I 'a done by the lond.

1 "How I Found Livingstone in Central Africa.By Henry M. Stanley." London: Sampson Low, Marston & Co. New York: Scribner, Armstrong & Co.

2 It should be added that the English people very heartily recognized the courage and success of Mr. Stanley; and her majesty the Queen was amongst the

first to mark her appreciation of the service he had rendered this country, by presenting him with a

diamond-studded snuff-box.

3 The Poet Laureate's works were first published by Moxon & Co.; they were then transferred to Straban & Co., and subsequently to H. S. King & Co.

4 Cockchafer.

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