The Last Journals of David Livingstone, in Central Africa, from 1865 to His Death, Volume II (of 2), 1869-1873 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 406 pages of information about The Last Journals of David Livingstone, in Central Africa, from 1865 to His Death, Volume II (of 2), 1869-1873.


Bad beginning of the new year.  Dangerous illness.  Kindness of Arabs.  Complete helplessness.  Arrive at Tanganyika.  The Doctor is conveyed in canoes.  Kasanga Islet.  Cochin-China fowls.  Beaches Ujiji.  Receives some stores.  Plundering hands.  Slow recovery.  Writes despatches.  Refusal of Arabs to take letters.  Thani bin Suellim.  A den of slavers.  Puzzling current in Lake Tanganyika.  Letters sent off at last.  Contemplates visiting the Manyuema.  Arab depredations.  Starts for new explorations in Manyuema, 12th July, 1869.  Voyage on the Lake.  Kabogo East.  Crosses Tanganyika.  Evil effects of last illness.  Elephant hunter’s superstition.  Dugumbe.  The Lualaba reaches the Manyuema.  Sons of Moenekuss.  Sokos first heard of.  Manyuema customs.  Illness.

[The new year opened badly enough, and from letters he wrote subsequently concerning the illness which now attacked him, we gather that it left evils behind, from which he never quite recovered.  The following entries were made after he regained sufficient strength, but we see how short they necessarily were, and what labour it was to make the jottings which relate to his progress towards the western shore of Lake Tanganyika.  He was not able at any time during this seizure to continue the minute maps of the country in his pocket-books, which for the first time fail here.]

1st January, 1869.—­I have been wet times without number, but the wetting of yesterday was once too often:  I felt very ill, but fearing that the Lofuko might flood, I resolved to cross it.  Cold up to the waist, which made me worse, but I went on for 2-1/2 hours E.

3rd January, 1869.—­I marched one hour, but found I was too ill to go further.  Moving is always good in fever; now I had a pain in the chest, and rust of iron sputa:  my lungs, my strongest part, were thus affected.  We crossed a rill and built sheds, but I lost count of the days of the week and month after this.  Very ill all over.

About 7th January, 1869.—­Cannot walk:  Pneumonia of right lung, and I cough all day and all night:  sputa rust of iron and bloody:  distressing weakness.  Ideas flow through the mind with great rapidity and vividness, in groups of twos and threes:  if I look at any piece of wood, the bark seems covered over with figures and faces of men, and they remain, though I look away and turn to the same spot again.  I saw myself lying dead in the way to Ujiji, and all the letters I expected there useless.  When I think of my children and friends, the lines ring through my head perpetually: 

    “I shall look into your faces,
      And listen to what you say,
    And be often very near you
      When you think I’m far away.”

Mohamad Bogharib came up, and I have got a cupper, who cupped my chest.

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