He can be
no other; but still; - he may be some one else - some one from the
West Coast - or perhaps he is Baker! No; Baker has no white hair
on his face. But we must now march quick, lest he hears we are
coming, and runs away.
I addressed my men, and asked them if they were willing to march
to Ujiji without a single halt, and then promised them, if they
acceded to my wishes, two doti each man. All answered in the
affirmative, almost as much rejoiced as I was myself. But I was
madly rejoiced; intensely eager to resolve the burning question,
"Is it Dr. David Livingstone?" God grant me patience, but I do
wish there was a railroad, or, at least, horses in this country.
We set out at once from the banks of the Malagarazi, accompanied
by two guides furnished us by Usenge, the old man of the ferry,
who, now that we had crossed, showed himself more amiably disposed
to us. We arrived at the village of Isinga, Sultan Katalambula,
after a little over an hour's march across a saline plain, but
which as we advanced into the interior became fertile and productive.
November 4th. - Started early with great caution, maintaining deep
silence. The guides were sent forward, one two hundred yards ahead
of the other, that we might be warned in time. The first part of
the march was through a thin jungle of dwarf trees, which got thinner
and thinner until finally it vanished altogether, and we had
entered Uhha - a plain country.
