“I was telling Lieut.  Henn that, whether he goes or not, you must go to your father, Mr. Livingstone.”

“Oh, I mean to go.”

“Yes, that’s right.  I will furnish you with men and what stores your father needs.  My men will take you to Unyanyembe without any difficulty.  They know the road well, and that is a great advantage.  They know how to deal with the negro chiefs, and you will have no need to trouble your head about them, but march.  The great thing that is required is speed.  Your father will be waiting for the things.”

“I will march them fast enough, if that is all.”

“Oh, they will be going up light, and they can easily make long marches.”

It was settled, then.  Henn made up his mind that, as the Doctor had been relieved, he was not wanted; but, before formally resigning, he intended to consult with Dr. Kirk, and for that purpose he would cross over to Zanzibar the next day with the `Herald’ Expedition.

At 2 A.M.  I retired to sleep on a comfortable bed.  There was a great smell of newness about certain articles in the bedroom, such as haversacks, knapsacks, portmanteaus, leather gun-cases, &c.  Evidently the new Expedition had some crudities about it; but a journey into the interior would soon have lessened the stock of superfluities, which all new men at first load themselves with.

Ah! what a sigh of relief was that I gave, as I threw myself on my bed, at the thought that, “Thank God! my marching was ended.”

CHAPTER XVI.  VALEDICTORY.

At 5 P.M., on the 7th of May, 1872, the dhow which conveyed my Expedition back to Zanzibar arrived in the harbor, and the men, delighted to find themselves once more so near their homes, fired volley after volley, the American flag was hoisted up, and we soon saw the house-roofs and wharves lined with spectators, many of whom were Europeans, with glasses levelled at us.

We drew ashore slowly; but a boat putting off to take us to land, we stepped into it, and I was soon in presence of my friend the Consul, who heartily welcomed me back to Zanzibar; and soon after was introduced to the Rev. Charles New, who was but a day or two previous to my arrival an important member of the English Search Expedition—­a small, slight man in appearance, who, though he looked weakly, had a fund of energy or nervousness in him which was almost too great for such a body.  He also heartily congratulated me.

After a bounteous dinner, to which I did justice in a manner that astonished my new friends, Lieut.  Dawson called to see me, and said: 

“Mr. Stanley, let me congratulate you, sir.”

Lieut.  Dawson then went on to state how he envied me my success; how I had “taken the wind out of his sails” (a nautical phrase similar to that used by Lieut.  Henn); how, when he heard from my men that Dr. Livingstone had been found, he at once crossed over from Bagamoyo to Zanzibar, and, after a short talk with Dr. Kirk, at once resigned.