I was told to-day by a man that when Livingstone was coming from Nyassa Lake towards the Tanganika (the very time that people thought him murdered) he was met by Sayd bin Omar’s caravan, which was bound for Ulamba.  He was travelling with Mohammed bin Gharib.  This Arab, who was coming from Urunga, met Livingstone at Chi-cumbi’s, or Kwa-chi-kumbi’s, country, and travelled with him afterwards, I hear, to Manyuema or Manyema.  Manyuema is forty marches from the north of Nyassa.  Livingstone was walking; he was dressed in American sheeting.  He had lost all his cloth in Lake Liemba while crossing it in a boat.  He had three canoes with him; in one he put his cloth, another he loaded with his boxes and some of his men, into the third he went himself with two servants and two fishermen.  The boat with his cloth was upset.  On leaving Nyassa, Livingstone went to Ubisa, thence to Uemba, thence to Urungu.  Livingstone wore a cap.  He had a breech-loading double-barreled rifle with him, which fired fulminating balls.  He was also armed with two revolvers.  The Wahiyow with Livingstone told this man that their master had many men with him at first, but that several had deserted him.

August 13th.—­A caravan came in to-day from the seacoast.  They reported that William L. Farquhar, whom I left sick at Mpwapwa, Usagara, and his cook, were dead.  Farquhar, I was told, died a few days after I had entered Ugogo, his cook died a few weeks later.  My first impulse was for revenge.  I believed that Leukole had played me false, and had poisoned him, or that he had been murdered in some other manner; but a personal interview with the Msawahili who brought the news informing me that Farquhar had succumbed to his dreadful illness has done away with that suspicion.  So far as I could understand him, Farquhar had in the morning declared himself well enough to proceed, but in attempting to rise, had fallen backward and died.  I was also told that the Wasagara, possessing some superstitious notions respecting the dead, had ordered Jako to take the body out for burial, that Jako, not being able to carry it, had dragged the body to the jungle, and there left it naked without the slightest covering of earth, or anything else.

“There is one of us gone, Shaw, my boy!  Who will be the next?” I remarked that night to my companion.

August 14th.—­Wrote some letters to Zanzibar.  Shaw was taken very ill last night.

August 19th.  Saturday.—­My soldiers are employed stringing beads.  Shaw is still a-bed.  We hear that Mirambo is coming to Unyanyembe.  A detachment of Arabs and their slaves have started this morning to possess themselves of the powder left there by the redoubtable Sheikh Sayd bin Salim, the commander-in-chief of the Arab settlements.

August 21st.  Monday.—­Shaw still sick.  One hundred fundo of beads have been strung.  The Arabs are preparing for another sally against Mirambo.  The advance of Mirambo upon Unyanyembe was denied by Sayd bin Salim, this morning.