On that burzani I have sat hour after hour, dreaming, and
hoping, and sighing. On that col I stood, watching the battle and
the destruction of Tabora. Under that roof I have sickened and
been delirious, and cried out like a child at the fate that
threatened my mission. Under that banian tree lay my dead comrade -
poor Shaw; I would have given a fortune to have had him by my side
at this time. From that house I started on my journey to Ujiji;
to it I returned as to a friend, with a newer and dearer companion;
and now I leave all. Already it all appears like a strange dream.
We walked side by side; the men lifted their voices into a song.
I took long looks at Livingstone, to impress his features
thoroughly on my memory.
"The thing is, Doctor, so far as I can understand it, you do not
intend to return home until you have satisfied yourself about the
`Sources of the Nile.' When you have satisfied yourself, you will
come home and satisfy others. Is it not so?"
"That is it, exactly. When your men come back, I shall immediately
start for Ufipa; then, crossing the Rungwa River, I shall strike
south, and round the extremity of the Tanganika.
