This fact was repeated a thousand
times in the streets, proclaimed in all shop alcoves, and at the
custom-house. The native bazaar laid hold of it, and agitated it
day and night until my departure. The foreigners, including the
Europeans, wished to know the pros and cons of my coming in and
going out.
My answer to all questions, pertinent and impertinent, was, I am
going to Africa. Though my card bore the words
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| HENRY M. STANLEY. |
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| New York Herald. |
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very few, I believe, ever coupled the words `New York Herald'
with a search after "Doctor Livingstone." It was not my fault,
was it?
Ah, me! what hard work it is to start an expedition alone! What
with hurrying through the baking heat of the fierce relentless sun
from shop to shop, strengthening myself with far-reaching and
enduring patience far the haggling contest with the livid-faced
Hindi, summoning courage and wit to brow-beat the villainous Goanese,
and match the foxy Banyan, talking volumes throughout the day,
correcting estimates, making up accounts, superintending the
delivery of purchased articles, measuring and weighing them, to see
that everything was of full measure and weight, overseeing the white
men Farquhar and Shaw, who were busy on donkey saddles, sails, tents,
and boats for the Expedition, I felt, when the day was over, as
though limbs and brain well deserved their rest.
