"You?"
« Yes."
" Why it was reported that you were dead - that you fought with
the Wazavira."
"Ah, my friend, these are the words of Njara, the son of Khamis.
See" (pointing to Livingstone), "this is the white man, my
father *, whom I saw at Ujiji. He is going with me to Unyanyembe
to get his cloth, after which he will return to the great waters."
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** It is a courteous custom in Africa to address elderly people as
" Baba," (Father.)
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"Wonderful! - thou sayest truly."
"What has thou to tell me of the white man at Unyanyembe?"
"Which white man?"
"The white man I left in the house of Sayd, the son of Salim - my
house - at Kwihara."
" He is dead."
" Dead!"
"True."
"You do not mean to say the white man is dead?"
"True - he is dead."
"How long ago?"
"Many months now."
"What did he die of?"
"Homa (fever)."
"Any more of my people dead?"
"I know not."
" Enough." I looked sympathetically at the Doctor, and he replied,
"I told you so. When you described him to me as a drunken man,
I knew he could not live. Men who have been habitual drunkards
cannot live in this country, any more than men who have become
slaves to other vices. I attribute the deaths that occurred in
my expedition on the Zambezi to much the same cause."
"Ah, Doctor, there are two of us gone.
