How I Found Livingstone Travels, Adventures And Discoveries In Central Africa Including Four Months Residence With Dr. Livingstone By Sir Henry M. Stanley
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God," Was The Cry Of My Tired Soul, "Were All The Men Of
My Expedition Like This Man I Should Be Compelled To Return.
Solomon Was.
Wise perhaps from inspiration, perhaps from
observation; I was becoming wise by experience, and I was
compelled to observe that when mud and wet sapped the physical
energy of the lazily-inclined, a dog-whip became their backs,
restoring them to a sound - some-times to an extravagant activity.
For thirty miles from our camp was the Makata plain an extensive
swamp. The water was on an average one foot in depth; in some
places we plunged into holes three, four, and even five feet deep.
Plash, splash, plash, splash, were the only sounds we heard from
the commencement of the march until we found the bomas occupying
the only dry spots along the line of march. This kind of work
continued for two days, until we came in sight of the Rudewa river,
another powerful stream with banks brimful of rushing rain-water.
Crossing a branch of the Rudewa, and emerging from the dank reedy
grass crowding the western bank, the view consisted of an immense
sheet of water topped by clumps of grass tufts and foliage of
thinly scattered trees, bounded ten or twelve miles off by the
eastern front of the Usagara mountain range. The acme of
discomfort and vexation was realized on the five-mile march from
the Rudewa branch. As myself and the Wangwana appeared with the
loaded donkeys, the pagazis were observed huddled on a mound.
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