with death pictured on their dusky features.  Stanley called his boat-captains to his tent, and explained the situation.  He knew that he was within a few days march of Embomma, and that here were located one Englishman, one Frenchman, one Spaniard, and one Portuguese.  He told the captains that he had addressed a letter to these persons for aid; and that resolute, swift, and courageous volunteers were needed to go for the relief,—­without which the whole camp would be transformed into a common graveyard.  We will now quote from Mr. Stanley again in proof of the noble nature of the Negro:—­

“The response was not long coming; for Uledi sprang up and said, ’O master, don’t talk more!  I am ready now.  See, I will only buckle on my belt, and I shall start at once, and nothing will stop me.  I will follow on the track like a leopard.’

     “‘And I am one,’ said Kacheche.  ’Leave us alone, master.  If
     there are white men at Embomma, we will find them out.  We
     will walk and walk, and when we cannot walk we will crawl.’

“‘Leave off talking men,’ said Muini Pembe, ’and allow others to speak, won’t you?  Hear me, my master.  I am your servant.  I will outwalk the two.  I will carry the letter, and plant it before the eyes of the white men.’

     “‘I will go too, sir,’ said Robert.

     “’Good!  It is just as I should wish it; but, Robert, you
     cannot follow these three men.  You will break down, my boy.’

     “‘Oh, we will carry him if he breaks down,’ said Uledi. 
     ’Won’t we, Kacheche?”

     “‘Inshallah!’ responded Kacheche decisively.  ’We must have
     Robert along with us, otherwise the white men won’t
     understand us.’”

What wonderful devotion!  What sublime self-forgetfulness!  The world has wept over such stories as Bianca and Heloise, and has built monuments that will stand,—­

    “While Fame her record keeps,
    Or Homer paints the hallowed spot
    Where Valor proudly sleeps,”—­

and yet these black heroes are unremembered.  “I will follow the track like a leopard,” gives but a faint idea of the strong will of Uledi; and Kacheche’s brave words are endowed with all the attributes of that heroic abandon with which a devoted general hurls the last fragment of wasting strength against a stubborn enemy.  And besides, there is something so tender in these words that they seem to melt the heart.  “We will walk and walk, and when we cannot walk we will crawl!” We have never read but one story that approaches this narrative of Mr. Stanley, and that was the tender devotion of Ruth to her mother-in-law.  We read it in the Hebrew to Dr. O.S.  Stearns of Newton, Mass.; and confess that, though it has been many years since, the blessed impression still remains, and our confidence in humanity is strengthened thereby.