I Had Been Without News From
Home For Years Save What I Could Glean From A Few 'Saturday
Reviews' And 'Punch' Of 1868.
The appetite revived, and in a
week I began to feel strong again.
Mr. Stanley brought a most kind and encouraging despatch from
Lord Clarendon (whose loss I sincerely deplore), the first I have
received from the Foreign Office since 1866, and information that
the British Government had kindly sent a thousand pounds sterling
to my aid. Up to his arrival I was not aware of any pecuniary
aid. I came unsalaried, but this want is now happily repaired,
and I am anxious that you and all my friends should know that,
though uncheered by letter, I have stuck to the task which my
friend Sir Roderick Murchison set me with "John Bullish" tenacity,
believing that all would come right at last.
The watershed of South Central Africa is over seven hundred wiles
in length. The fountains thereon are almost innumerable - that is,
it would take a man's lifetime to count them. From the watershed
they converge into four large rivers, and these again into two
mighty streams in the great Nile valley, which begins in ten degrees
to twelve degrees south latitude. It was long ere light dawned on
the ancient problem and gave me a clear idea of the drainage. I had
to feel my way, and every step of the way, and was, generally,
groping in the dark - for who cared where the rivers ran?
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