nda. They certainly
manifested none of the laziness which has been said to be characteristic
of the African races. Thirty elephant tusks remained of those forwarded
by Sekeletu. Ten of these were sold for cotton cloth for the men. The
others were deposited with the authorities, with directions that in case
Livingstone should never return they should be sold, and the proceeds
given to the men. He told them that death alone should prevent him from
coming back. "Nay, father," said the men, "you will not die; you will
return, and take us back to Sekeletu."

He remained at Tete a month, waiting for the close of the sickly season
in the low delta at the mouths of the river, and then descended to the
Portuguese town of Kilimane. Here he remained six weeks, when an English
vessel arrived with supplies and money for him. Two of his attendants
only had come down the river. They begged hard to be allowed to
accompany him to England. In vain Livingstone told them that they would
die if they went to so cold a country. "That is nothing," said one; "let
me die at your feet." He at last decided to take with him Sekwebu, the
leader of the party, to whose good sense, bravery, and tact he owed much
of his success. The sea-waves rose high, as the boat conveyed them to
the ship. Sekwebu, who had never seen a larger body of water than the
shallow Lake Ngami, was terrified.

"Is this the way you go?" he inquired.

"Yes; don't you see it is?" replied Livingstone, encouragingly.

When Livingstone reached his countrymen on the ship he could scarcely
speak his native language; the words would not come at his call. He
had spoken it but little for thirteen years; and for three and a half,
except for a short time at Loanda, not at all.

Sekwebu became a great favorite on shipboard, but he was bewildered
by the crowd of new ideas that rushed upon his mind. "What a strange
country this is," he said, "all water!" When they reached Mauritius,
he became insane, and tried to jump overboard. Livingstone's wife had,
during her visit to their country, become a great favorite with the
Makololo, who called her 'Ma Robert'--"Robert's Mother"--in honor of her
young son.

"Come, Sekwebu," said Livingstone, "we are going to Ma Robert." This
struck a chord in his bosom.

"Oh yes," said he; "where is she? Where is Robert?" And for the moment
he seemed to recover.

But in the evening a fresh accession of insanity occurred. He attempted
to spear one of the c