tone had taken this course, no whisper
would have been heard against it. The nobility of his soul never rose
higher, his utter abandonment of self, his entire devotion to duty, his
right honorable determination to work while it was called to-day never
shone more brightly than when he declined all Stanley's entreaties to
return home, and set his face steadfastly to go back to the bogs of the
watershed. He writes in his journal: "My daughter Agnes says, 'Much as I
wish you to come home, I had rather that you finished your work to your
own satisfaction, than return merely to gratify me.' Rightly and nobly
said, my darling Nannie; vanity whispers pretty loudly, 'She is a chip
of the old block,' My blessing on her and all the rest."

After careful consideration of various plans, it was agreed that he
should go to Unyanyembe, accompanied by Stanley, who would supply him
there with abundance of goods, and who would then hurry down to the
coast, organize a new expedition composed of fifty or sixty faithful men
to be sent on to Unyanyembe, by whom Livingstone would be accompanied
back to Bangweolo and the sources, and then to Rua, until his work
should be completed, and he might go home in peace.

A few extracts from Livingstone's letters will show us how he felt at
this remarkable crisis. To Agnes:

"_Tanganyika_, 18_th November_, 1871--[After detailing his
troubles in Manyuema, the loss of all his goods at Ujiji, and
the generous offer of Syed bin Majid, he continues:] "Next I
heard of an Englishman being at Unyamyembe with boats, etc.,
but who he was, none could tell. At last, one of my people
came running out of breath and shouted, 'An Englishman
coming!' and off he darted back again to meet him. An
American flag at the head of a large caravan showed the
nationality of the stranger. Baths, tents, saddles, big
kettles, showed that he was not a poor Lazarus like me. He
turned out to be Henry M. Stanley, traveling correspondent of
the _New York Herald_, sent specially to find out if I were
really alive, and, if dead, to bring home my bones. He had
brought abundance of goods at great expense, but the fighting
referred to delayed him, and he had to leave a great part at
Unyamyembe. To all he had I was made free. [In a later
letter, Livingstone says; 'He laid all he had at my service,
divided his clothes into two heaps, and pressed one hea