the view were taken down; and while the commander of the Herald expedition freely admitted that, with cannon, fifty Europeans could easily take the position, he readily defied 10,000 Africans. After waiting some days, Mirambo, having heard of all these formidable preparations, retreated; and when the Arabs went in force to attack his village of Kazama, they found it vacant. say," adds Mr. Stanley, "that though the Windsor and New Forests may be very fine and noble in England, yet they are but faggots of sticks compared with these eternal forests of Unyanyembe." Mountainous as it was, the journey would have been pleasant had not the fever continually racked the frame of the white man, and even penetrated the thick skins of his comrades. It was usually succeeded by a severe headache, with excessive pains about the loins and the spinal column, which presently would spread over the shoul Shaw meantime grew rapidly worse, and Stanley daily feared that he would die. The only comfort which he had during these exciting times was in a packet of letters and news-der-blades, and, running up the neck, find a papers from the American consul at Zanzibar. The expedition increased in numbers. Mirambo made no more attempt at war, but finally retreated in disgust. Stanley gave a grand banquet to celebrate his departure from the forbidding and unhealthy country. Pots of "pombe," or native beer, were served out to the people; and on the 20th of September the American flag was once more raised, and the Kirangozi shouted lustily his song as he upheld the "Stars and Stripes," and led the caravan along the southern route toward Ujiji and Livingstone. There were fifty-four people in the newlyconstituted caravan. Although the fevers came and went with terrible persistence, and from time to time carriers deserted, stealing cloths and guns, they made a fine march during four days; but at the end of that time Mr. Shaw was so capricious and constantly ill, as the result of his own excesses, that when he finally asked to be allowed to return to the coast, Stanley readily consented; but he warned Shaw not to desert the only companion really faithful to him, and said, "If you return, you die!" Shaw was not so afraid of death, however, as of progress forward into the unknown land of Africa; and a strong litter was made, on which he was transported back to Kwihara. The Herald caravan moved forward, and Shaw was soon lost in the distance. It moved for ward through illimitable forests, stretched in grand waves beyond the ken of vision; ridges, forest-clad, rising gently one above another, until they receded in the dim, purple, blue distance, through a leafy ocean, where was only an indistinct outline of a hill far away, or here and there a tall tree higher than the rest, conspicuous against the translucent sky; now mounting to the summit of a ridge, expectant of a change, but only to find wearied eyes fixed upon the same vast expanse of woods, woods, woods; leafy branches, foliaged globes, or parachutes, green, brown, or sere in colour; forests one above another. "And I final lodgment in the back and front of the head. After languor and torpitude had seized the sufferer, raging thirst soon possessed him. The brain became crowded with strange fancies, figures of created and uncreated reptiles and headless monsters floated before the darkened vision, until, unable to longer bear the scene, the fever-stricken wretch made an effort, opened his eyes, and dissolved the delirious dream, only to glide into another more horrible. Stanley next passed through a grand and noble expanse of grass-land, which was one of the finest scenes he had witnessed since leaving the coast. Great herds of buffalo, zebra, giraffe, and antelope coursed through the plains, and the expedition indulged in a day or two of hunting. Mr. Stanley, while crossing a river at this point, narrowly escaped being devoured by a crocodile, but little recked the danger, led on by the excitement of stalking wild boars, shooting buffalo-cows, and bagging hartebeests. As On the 7th of October, as they were breaking camp once more, to the great regret of the gormandizing savages, a mutiny occurred. Stanley was busy with preparations for the start, when he saw the men standing in groups, and conversing angrily together. He took his double-barrelled gun from the shoulder of Selim, the Arab boy; selected a dozen charges of buck-shot, and slipping two of them into the barrels, and adjusting his revolvers for handy work, he walked toward the men. he advanced they seized their guns. When within thirty yards of the groups, he saw the heads of two men appear above an ant-hill on his left, with the barrels of their guns carelessly pointed towards the road. He took deliberate aim at them, threatening to blow their heads off if they did not come forward to talk to him. They presently came; but keeping his eye on Asmani, the larger of them, he saw him move his fingers to the trigger of his gun, and bring it to a "ready." Meanwhile the other fellow slipped round to the rear. Both men had murder in their eyes. Stanley "Yes." "And was he ever at Ujiji before?" 66 Yes; he went away a long time ago.' "Hurrah!" said Stanley; "this must be Livingstone!" planted the muzzle of his rifle close to the wicked-looking face of the first, and ordered him to drop his rifle instantly. He did so; and in a few moments both were profuse in their protestations that they had not intended harm, but that they disliked to penetrate Livingstone! Livingstone! Yes; but supfurther into the country. Stanley found upon pose that Livingstone were dead, or that he investigation that Bombay and Ambari were had departed on another exploring expedition. the instituters of the mutiny; and after giving | What then would become of Stanley's courage? them a sound thrashing with a spear-stalk, He determined to hasten forward at all hazclapped them into chains, with the threat that ards; and passing through Ukha, where the they would be kept chained until they knew scoundrelly chiefs and kings made most alarmhow to ask his pardon. A penitent requesting exactions, and sadly diminished his stock came in an hour, and they were released. Now from time to time they heard from passing savages occasional rumours of the presence of white men at various points. This encouraged Stanley to believe that Livingstone was not far off, and gave him the necessary boldness to traverse the great wilderness beyond Marara, the transit of which he was warned would occupy nine days. The negroes became enthusiastic at the prospect of their journey's end, and said they could already smell the fish in the waters of Lake Tanganika. It constantly haunted Stanley's mind that if Dr. Livingstone should ever hear of his coming, which he might possibly do if he travelled out of the known road, he would leave, and his search for him would consequently be a stern-chase. They therefore boldly turned their faces north, and marched for the Malagarazi, a large river flowing from the east to the Tanganika. One of the exciting episodes of the journey was a boar-hunt, in which Mr. Stanley had a narrow escape from ignominious death. In one of the forests through which he passed he encountered a huge reddish-coloured boar; and after provoking him with bullets, and shooting him through and through, found that his formidable antagonist still had strength to charge furiously upon him. But Mr. Stanley, by placing his snow-white Indian helmet at the foot of a tree, and enticing the boar to rush at it, managed to escape, but did not succeed in bagging his game. On the 1st of November they arrived at the long-lookedfor river, and after a fierce dispute with the officials of the primitive ferry, and a loss of one of the beasts of burden in the river, they met a caravan coming from the interior, and were told that a white man had just arrived at Ujiji. "A white man!" cried Stanley. "Yes; an old white man, with white hair on his face, and he was sick." "Where had he come from?" "From a very far country, indeed." "Where was he-stopping at Ujiji?” of cloth-now running away by night to avoid fresh exactions on the following day, and now deciding to fight rather than submit to any more swindles, the caravan arrived on the 8th of November at the Rugufu river, at which point they could distinctly hear the thunders from the mysterious torrents which rolled into the cavernous recesses of Kabogo Mountain, on the further side of Lake Tanganika. The negroes informed Stanley that if he passed near there he must throw beads and cloth into the caverns to appease the god of the lake, or he would be lost. But the noise of the torrents gave Stanley the heartiest joy, because he knew that he was only forty-six miles from Ujiji, and possibly Livingstone! Still that was a march of eighteen hours. He could have ridden it in one day if his noble horse had been alive, but now he must toil forward at a snail's pace. The thought made him frantic! On the 9th, in the morning, they had a terrible journey, hiding in the thicket nearly every hour, in mortal dread of pursuit by the redoubtable warriors of Ukha; but by noon they had passed out of the limits of this dangerous territory, and reached a picturesque and sequestered series of valleys, where wild fruit-trees grew, and rare flowers blossomed. On this day they caught sight of the hills from which Lake Tanganika could be seen and passed through Ukarango. Stanley ordered his boy Selim to furbish up his tattered travelling suits, that he might make as good an appearance as possible. On the 236th day from Bagamoyo, and the 51st from Unyanyembe, they saw the Lake of Tanganika spread out before them, and around it the great blueblack mountains of Ugoma and Ukaramba. It was an immense broad sheet-a burnished bed of silver-a lucid canopy of blue above, lofty mountains for its valances, and palmforests for its fringes. Descending the western slope of the moun tain, the port of Ujiji lay below, embowered in palms. "Unfurl your flags and load your guns!" cried Stanley. "Ay wallah, ay wallah, bana!" eagerly responded the men. | tains; listening to the sonorous thunder of the surf of the Tanganika, and to the dreamy chorus which the night-insects sang. When Livingstone bade Stanley "Good night!" he added, "God bless you!" Mr. Stanley remained four months in the company of Dr. Livingstone, during which time an intimate and rich friendship grew up between the two men. Stanley brought youth, "One, two, three!"—and a volley from fifty muskets woke up the peaceful village below. The Kirangozi raised the American flag aloft once more; the men stepped out bravely as the crowds of villagers came flocking around them, shouting Bindera Merikani!-an Ame-impulse, generous freedom of expression, and rican flag! Suddenly Stanley heard a voice on his right say, in English, "Good morning, sir!" The blood leaped fiercely to his heart. Was it then true? Livingstone was near at hand! A black man, dressed in a long white shirt, announced himself to the young adventurer as "Susi, the servant of Dr. Livingstone." "What? Is Dr. Livingstone here?" "Yes, sir." "In this village?" "Yes, sir.' "Are you sure?" "Sure, sure, sir. Why, I leave him just now." Then another servant introduced himself: the crowds flocked around anew; Stanley scourged himself to keep down his furious emotions; and finally, at the head of his caravan, arrived before a semicircle of Arab magnates, in front of whom stood an old white man with a gray beard. As Stanley advanced toward him, he noticed that he was pale, looked wearied, had on his head a bluish cap with a faded gold band around it, a red-sleeved waistcoat, and a pair of gray tweed trousers. He would have run to him, but he remembered the traditional coldness of the English race; and so he walked deliberately to him, took off his hat, and said: "Dr. Livingstone, I presume?" long experience of travel, to the veteran; Dr. Livingstone gave a deep gratitude, a thorough Christian love, and the wisdom of age to the companionship. From November 10, 1871, until March 14, 1872, the men were daily together. Dr. Livingstone had been in Africa since March, 1866. He left Zanzibar in April of that year for the interior, with thirty men, and worked studiously at his high mission of correcting the errors of former travellers, until early in 1869, when he arrived in Ujiji, and took a brief rest. He had been deserted in the most cowardly manner by the majority of his followers, and was much of the time in want. At the end of June, 1869, he went on to the lake into which the Lualaba ran, and then was compelled to return the weary distance of 700 miles to Ujiji. The magnificent result of his labours, both in the interest of science and humanity, are now known to all the world. Up to the time of Mr. Stanley's arrival, to succour him with Mr. James Gordon Bennett's generous stock of supplies, Livingstone had refrained from communicating to the Royal Geographical Society of England, as a body, even an outline of his discoveries. The two friends made a long cruise together on Lake Tanganika, traversing over 300 miles of water in the primitive manner of African "Yes," said he, with a kind smile, lifting travel, in twenty-eight days, and passing his cap slightly. Then they clasped hands; and, after the necessary formalities with the Arab magnates, Mr. Stanley explained himself and his mission. It was a great day for the old explorer. There were letters from his children! "Ah!" he said, patiently, "I have waited years for letters." There was a whole epic of pathos in his voice. through a great variety of adventures; after which Mr. Stanley persuaded Livingstone to return with him to Unyanyembe, where he received his supplies, and enlisted soldiers and carriers enough to enable him to travel anywhere it might be necessary to thoroughly effect the settlement of the Nile problem. On the 27th of December they left Ujiji, and on And you may picture for yourselves that the 31st of January met a caravan which strangely-met pair seated in the explorer's brought them the news of the death of poor house, Livingstone hearing for the first time Shaw, Stanley's old comrade, at Kwihara, long of the great changes in Europe, and Stanley before they reached Unyanyembe unharmed. offering a brimming goblet of champagne, On the 18th of February four years' supplies, brought all the way from the Jesuit mission brought by the caravans of the Herald and at Bagamoyo! They sat long together, with the faltering expedition despatched by Dr. their faces turned eastward, noting the darkKirk, were given into Livingstone's possession; shadows creeping up above the grove of palms and on the 14th of March the two men parted, beyond the village, and the rampart of moun- not without tears. On the way to Bagamoyo Stanley suffered much anxiety on account of | journal and letters, and his own rich experi the precious box containing the Livingstone papers; and once, at the crossing of a stream, nothing saved it from being lost but the prompt aim of Stanley's pistol at the head of the careless bearer. It was not until sunset on the 6th of May that the worn and fatigued Stanley re-entered Bagamoyo, and learned, from members of the Dawson expedition quartered there, the real purport and scope of his own magnificent daring and success. The next morning he crossed to Zanzibar, and thence, as soon as possible, departed for Europe with his precious freight, the Livingstone ence. These details, few in comparison with the mass given in Mr. Stanley's own account in his published book, How I Found Livingstone,1 will serve to whet the reader's appetite. Mr. Stanley has not paraded himself as a hero; but those who read his book, as well as those who know him, can have no doubt that the heroic element is strong in his soul, and that his name will henceforth be as famous as those of Marco Polo, or the grimly striving Livingstone, who, with true British pluck, proposes to cling to his task of exploration until it is finished. 2—Scribner's (New York) Magazine. NORTHERN FARMER. OLD STYLE. BY ALFRED TENNYSON. 3 Wheer 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin' 'ere aloän? Noorse? thoort nowt o' a noorse: whoy, Doctor's abeän an' agoän: Doctors, they knaws nowt, for a says what's nawways true: Parson's a beän loikewoise, an' a sittin 'ere o' my bed. "The Amoighty's a taäkin o' you to 'issén, my friend,” a said, An' a towd ma my sins, an's toithe were due, an' I gied it in hond; Larn'd a ma' beä. I reckons I 'annot sa mooch to larn. But a cost oop, thot a did, 'boot Bessy Marris's barn. Thof a knaws I hallus voäted wi' Squoire an' choorch an' staäte, An' i' the woost o' toimes I wur niver agin the raäte. An' I hallus comed to 's choorch afoor moy Sally wur deäd, An' 'eerd un a bummin' awaäy loike a buzzard-clock ower my yeäd, Bessy Marris's barn! tha knaws she laäid it to meä. 1 "How I Found Livingstone in Central Africa.By Henry M. Stanley." London: Sampson Low, Marston & Co. New York: Scribner, Armstrong & Co. 2 It should be added that the English people very heartily recognized the courage and success of Mr. Stanley; and her majesty the Queen was amongst the first to mark her appreciation of the service he had rendered this country, by presenting him with a diamond-studded snuff-box. 3 The Poet Laureate's works were first published by Moxon & Co.; were then transferred to Strahan & Co., and subsequently to H. S. King & Co. and Macmillan & Co. 4 Cockchafer. But Parson a comes an' a goos, an' a says it eäsy an' freeä D'ya moind the waäste, my lass? naw, naw, tha was not born then; Theer wur a boggle in it, I often 'eerd un mysen; Moäst loike a butter-bump,1 for I 'eerd un aboot an' aboot, But I stubb'd un oop wi' the lot, an' raäved an' rembled un oot. Keäper's it wur; fo' they fun un theer a-laäid on 'is faäce Dubbut looäk at the waäste: theer warn't not feäd for a cow: Nobbut a bit on it's left, an' I meän'd to 'a stubb'd it at fall, Do Godamoighty knaw what a's doing a-taäkin' o' meä? I beänt wonn as saws 'ere a beän an' yonder a peä; An' Squoire 'ull be sa mad an' all-a' dear a' dear! And I 'a monaged for Squoire come Michaelmas thirty year. A mowt 'a taäken Joänes, as 'ant a 'aäpoth o' sense, Looäk 'ow quoloty smoiles when they sees ma a passin' by, For they knaws what I beän to Squoire sin fust a comed to the 'All; |