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ainst Mirambo, I turned my attention to form another, which, whether I should continue my search for the lost traveller, or abandon it, and turn my face homeward, would be equally necessary; and, as during such an unquiet period it would be a task requiring much time and patience, I mean-while consulted my charts, and the best informed natives, as to the possibility of evading the hostile bands of Mirambo by taking a circuitous route round the disturbed territory.
Finally, on the 20th of September, 1871, I set out from the Arab settlement at Kwihara to resume the journey so long interrupted.
I had been detained three months at Unyanyembe by an event totally unlooked — for when the expedition left the sea. Almost every day of this interval had witnessed trouble.
Some troubles had attained the magnitude of public and private calamities.
Many Arab friends had been massacred; many of my own people either had been slain in battle or had perished from disease.
Over forty had deserted.
to be true to it.
Well, this insatiable zeal for his word demands that he proceed due west, to find this river.
He travels until within a hundred miles of it, when he is stricken down by African ulcers of a peculiarly virulent type, which confine him to his bed for months.
During this forced rest, his few followers become utterly demoralised; they refuse to stay with a man who seems bent on self-destruction, and so blind, they say, that he will not see he is marching to his doom.
The ninth month brings relief — his body is cured, a small re-enforcement of men appear before him, in answer to the letter he had sent in 1867.
The new men inform him they have only come to convey him back to the coast.
He repudiates the insinuation their words convey with indignant warmth.
He buys their submission by liberal largesse, and resumes his interrupted journey westward.
In a few days, he arrives at the banks of the Lualaba, which is now two thousand yards wide, deep, and flowing stron