it, came down within a yard of him.  Thus on one day he was delivered three times from impending death.  He went on through the forest, expecting every minute to be attacked, having no fear, but perfectly indifferent whether he should be killed or not.  He lost all his remaining calico that day, a telescope, umbrella, and five spears.  By and Thy he was prostrated with grievous illness.  As soon as he could move he went onward, but he felt as if dying on his feet.  And he was ill-rigged for the road, for the light French shoes to which he was reduced, and which had been cut to ease his feet till they would hardly hang together, failed to protect him from the sharp fragments of quartz with which the road was strewed.  He was getting near to Ujiji, however, where abundant of goods and comforts were no doubt safely stowed away for him, and the hope of relief sustained him under all his trials.

[Footnote 72:  The head of this spear is among the Livingstone relics at Newstead Abbey.]

At last, on the 23d October, reduced to a living skeleton, he reached Ujiji.  What was his misery, instead of finding the abundance of goods he had expected, to learn that the wretch Shereef, to whom they had been consigned, had sold off the whole, not leaving one yard of calico out of 3000, or one string of beads out of 700 pounds!  The scoundrel had divined on the Koran, found that Livingstone was dead, and would need the goods no more.  Livingstone had intended, if he could not get men at Ujiji to go with him to the Lualaba, to wait there till suitable men should be sent up from the coast; but he had never thought of having to wait in beggary.  If anything could have aggravated the annoyance, it was to see Shereef come, without shame, to salute him, and tell him on leaving, that he was going to pray; or to see his slaves passing from the market with all the good things his property had bought!  Livingstone applied a term to him which he reserved for men—­black or white—­whose wickedness made them alike shameless and stupid—­he was a “moral idiot.”

It was the old story of the traveler who fell among thieves that robbed him of all he had; but where was the good Samaritan?  The Government and the Geographical Society appeared to have passed by on the other side.  But the good Samaritan was not as far off as might have been thought.  One morning Syed bin Majid, an Arab trader, came to him with a generous offer to sell some ivory and get goods for him; but Livingstone had the old feeling of independence, and having still a few barter goods left, which he had deposited with Mohamad bin Saleh before going to Manyuema, he declined for the present Syed’s generous offer.  But the kindness of Syed was not the only proof that he was not forsaken.  Five days after he reached Ujiji the good Samaritan appeared from another quarter.  As Livingstone had been approaching Ujiji from the southwest, another white man had been approaching it from the east.  On 28th October, 1871, Henry