And something
tells me, I do not know what it is - perhaps it is the ever-
living hopefulness of my own nature, perhaps it is the natural
presumption born out of an abundant and glowing vitality, or
the outcome of an overweening confidence in oneself - anyhow and
everyhow, something tells me to-night I shall find him, and - write
it larger - FIND HIM! FIND HIM! Even the words are inspiring.
I feel more happy. Have I uttered a prayer? I shall sleep
calmly to-night.
I have felt myself compelled to copy out of my Diary the above
notes, as they explain, written as they are on the spot, the
vicissitudes of my "Life at Unyanyembe." To me they appear
to explain far better than any amount of descriptive writing,
even of the most graphic, the nature of the life I led. There
they are, unexaggerated, in their literality, precisely as I
conceived them at the time they happened. They speak of fevers
without number to myself and men, they relate our dangers, and
little joys, our annoyances and our pleasures, as they occurred.
CHAPTER X. TO MRERA, UKONONGO.
Departure from Unyanyembe. - The expedition reorganized.-Bombay. -
Mr. Shaw returns sick to Unyanyembe. - A noble forest.-The fever
described. - Happiness of the camp. - A park-land. - Herds of game
and noble sport.
