le my little ebon page Mabruki poured out the evening's coffee, I described the difficulty we were in. I said, These Arabs have told such frightful tales about the lands north of here, that unless Tippu-Tib accepts my offer, the expedition will be broken up, for our men are demoralized through fear of cannibals and pythons, leopards and gorillas, and all sorts of horrible things.
Canoes we cannot get; both Livingstone and Cameron failed.
Now, what do you say, Frank, shall we go south to Lake Lincoln, Lake Kamalondo, Lake Bemba, and down to the Zambezi?
Ah, that's a fine trip, sir.
Or shall we explore north-east of here until we strike the Muta Nzige, then strike across to Uganda, and back to Zanzibar?
Ah, that would be a fine job, sir, if we could do it.
Or shall we follow this great river, which for all these thousands of years has been flowing northward through hundreds, possibly thousands of miles, of which no one has ever heard a word?
Fancy, by and by, after bui