Dick Sand eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 436 pages of information about Dick Sand.

Dick Sand eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 436 pages of information about Dick Sand.

Eleven days after his entrance into Oujiji shots were heard a quarter of a mile from the lake.  The doctor arrives.  A man, a white man, is before him.  “Doctor Livingstone, I presume?”

“Yes,” replied the latter, raising his cap, with a friendly smile.

Their hands were warmly clasped.

“I thank God,” continued the white man, “that He has permitted me to meet you.”

“I am happy,” said Livingstone, “to be here to receive you.”

The white man was the American Stanley, a reporter of the New York Herald, whom Mr. Bennett, the proprietor of that journal, had just sent to find David Livingstone.

In the month of October, 1870, this American, without hesitation, without a word, simply as a hero, had embarked at Bombay for Zanzibar, and almost following Speke and Burton’s route, after untold sufferings, his life being menaced several times, he arrived at Oujiji.

The two travelers, now become fast friends, then made an expedition to the north of Lake Tanganyika.  They embarked, pushed as far as Cape Malaya, and after a minute exploration, were of the opinion that the great lake had for an outlet a branch of the Loualaba.

It was what Cameron and Stanley himself were going to determine positively some years after.  December 12th, Livingstone and his companion were returning to Oujiji.

Stanley prepared to depart.  December 27th, after a navigation of eight days, the doctor and he arrived at Ousimba; then, February 23d, they entered Kouihara.

March 12th was the day of parting.

“You have accomplished,” said the doctor to his companion, “what few men would have done, and done it much better than certain great travelers.  I am very grateful to you for it.  May God lead you, my friend, and may He bless you!”

“May He,” said Stanley, taking Livingstone’s hand, “bring you back to us safe and sound, dear doctor!”

Stanley drew back quickly from this embrace, and turned so as to conceal his tears.  “Good-by, doctor, dear friend,” he said in a stifled voice.

“Good-by,” replied Livingstone, feebly.

Stanley departed, and July 12th, 1872, he landed at Marseilles.

Livingstone was going to return to his discoveries.  August 25th, after five months passed at Konihara, accompanied by his black servants, Souzi, Chouma, and Amoda, by two other servants, by Jacob Wainwright, and by fifty-six men sent by Stanley, he went toward the south of the Tanganyika.

A month after, the caravan arrived at M’oura, in the midst of storms, caused by an extreme drought.  Then came the rains, the bad will of the natives, and the loss of the beasts of burden, from falling under the stings of the tsetse.  January 24th, 1873, the little troop was at Tchitounkone.  April 27th, after having left Lake Bangoneolo to the east, the troop was going toward the village of Tchitambo.

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