Stanley wild with joy at the good news that Livingstone

was near

of American sheeting around his woolly head, and I ask, "W the mischief are you?"

"I am Susi, the servant of Dr. Livingtone," said he, smilin and showing a gleaming row of teeth.

"What! Is Dr. Livingstone here?"

ee

Are you sure?"

Sure, sure, sir. Why, I leave him just now."

In the meantime the head of the expedition had halted, an Selim said to me: "I see the Doctor, sir. Oh, what an ol man! He has got a white beard." My heart beats fast, but must not let my face betray my emotions, lest it shall detrac from the dignity of a white man appearing under such extraor dinary circumstances.

So I did that which I thought was most dignified. I pushed back the crowds, and, passing from the rear, walked down a living avenue of people until I came in front of the semicircle of Arabs, in the front of which stood the white man with the gray beard. As I advanced slowly toward him I noticed he was pale, looked wearied, had a gray beard, wore a bluish cap with a faded gold band round it, had on a red-sleeved waistcoat and a pair of gray tweed trousers. I would have run to him, only I was a coward in the presence of such a mob, - would have embraced him, only, he being an Englishman, I did not know how he would receive me; so I did what cowardice and false Stanley greets pride suggested was the best thing, walked deliberately to Livingstone him, took off my hat, and said, "Dr. Livingstone, I presume?"

"Yes," said he, with a kind smile, lifting his cap slightly.

I replace my hat on my head and he puts on his cap, and we both grasp hands, and I then say aloud, "I thank God, Doctor, I have been permitted to see you."

He answered, "I feel thankful that I am here to welcome you."

Then, oblivious of the crowds, oblivious of the men who shared with me my dangers, we - Livingstone and I — turn our faces towards his tembe

He points to the veranda or.

rather, mud platform, under the broad overhanging eaves; he
points to his own particular seat, which I see his age and ex-
perience in Africa has suggested, namely, a straw mat, with a
goatskin over it, and another skin nailed against the wall to
protect his back from contact with the cold mud. I protest
against taking this seat, which so much more befits him than
me, but the Doctor will not yield: I must take it.

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Conversation began. What about? I declare. I have forgotten. Oh! we mutually asked questions of one another, such as: How did you come here?" and "Where have you been all this long time? - the world has believed you to be dead." Yes, that was the way it began; but whatever the Doctor informed me, and that which I communicated to him, I cannot correctly report, for I found myself gazing at him, conning the wonderful man at whose side I now sat in Central Africa. Every hair of his head and beard, every wrinkle of his face, the wanness of his features, and the slightly wearied look he wore, were all imparting intelligence to me, - the knowledge I craved for so much ever since I heard the words, "Take what you want, but find Livingstone."

letters

I called "Kaif-Halek," or "How-do-ye-do," and introduced The lette him to Dr. Livingstone, that he might deliver in person to his delivered Livingsto master the letter bag he had been intrusted with. This was that reads his famous letter bag marked "November 1, 1870," which was now children's delivered into the Doctor's hand 365 days after it left Zanzibar! How long, I wonder, had it remained at Unyanyembe had I not been dispatched into Central Africa in search of the great traveler? The Doctor kept the letter bag on his knees, then presently opened it, looked at the letters contained there, and read one or two of his children's letters, his face in the meantime lighting up.

ee

He asked me to tell him the news. "No, Doctor," said I, read your letters first, which I am sure you must be impatient to read."

"Ah," said he, "I have waited years for letters, and I have been taught patience. I can surely afford to wait a few hours

longer No tell me the general news How is the world getting

Stanley tells the news of

the civilized world

"You probably know much already. Do you know that Suez Canal is a fact, — is opened, and a regular trade carr on between Europe and India through it?"

"I did not hear about the opening of it. Well, that is gra news! What else?"

Shortly I found myself enacting the part of an annual pe odical to him. There was no need of exaggeration, of a penny-a-line news, or of any sensationalism. The world h witnessed and experienced much the last few years. The Paci Railroad had been completed; Grant had been elected Pres dent of the United States; Egypt had been flooded with savant: Prussia had humbled Denmark and annexed Schleswig-Holstei and her armies were now around Paris; the "Man of Destiny was a prisoner at Wilhelmshöhe; the Queen of Fashion an the Empress of the French was a fugitive; and the child bor in the purple had lost forever the imperial crown intended fo his head; the Napoleon dynasty was extinguished by the Prus sians, Bismarck and Von Moltke; and France, the proud empire, was humbled to the dust.

What could a man have exaggerated of these facts? What a budget of news it was to one who had emerged from the depths of the primeval forests of Manyuema! The reflection of the dazzling light of civilization was cast on him while Livingstone was thus listening in wonder to one of the most exciting pages of history ever repeated. How the puny deeds of barbarism paled before these! Who could tell under what new phases of uneasy life Europe was laboring even then, while we, two of her lonely children, rehearsed the tale of her late woes and glories?

The Congo Free State government, to wit, King Leopold of Belgium, has energetically sought to develop the natural resources and especially the rubber industry of the region, but it is alleged that in this process of opening up the country the natives have been treated with horrible brutality by the officials. The charges have

been indignantly denied by the

natives i

Why should we pick out the Congo Free State for our 377. The assault. Atrocities occur wherever the white man with his thirst treatmen for gold comes into contact with "a lower people." He is the Cong ever there to exploit; he believes that they were created for region exploitation. If we want to find cruelty, atrocities, all kinds of frightful maltreatment, we may find them in almost every part of negro Africa. They exist in the French Congo, in German Africa, in Nigeria, even in Uganda. If we insist on finding them, we may find cruelty, dispossession, destruction of life and property, in all these areas. The only ruthless act involving the death of a black native that we really saw was in French territory. If there were any object in doing so, we could write a harrowing story of British iniquity in Africa, but it is unnecessary; every one who stops to think and who reads at all knows the facts. Wherever British trade finds native custom standing in its way, we shall find cruelty. . . .

losses of

To me the real wonder is that there are any of the Congo The terri peoples left. Think of the constant drain due to the foreign slave trade, continued from an early date until after the middle of the last century. Think of the continuous losses due to the barbarism of native chiefs and demands of native customs,

to wars, cannabalism, execution, and ordeal. Think of the destruction caused by punitive expeditions, - towns burned, people killed. Think of the drafts made by the public works which the state has been forced to carry out. Think of the multitudes who have died from the diseases of the country and from pestilence introduced by the newcomers. Yet the population really shows signs of great vitality to-day, and the most discouraged missionary hesitates to give a real prediction for the future. . .

among th

natives

Returned from the Congo country and a year and more of The fierce contact with the dark natives, I find that a curious and most of the whi

disagreeable sensation has taken possession of me I had read

man's fac

378. English
occupation
of Egypt
(condensed)

men terrifying and cruel. The Chinese, the Japanese, a other peoples of Asia tell the same story. The white ma face is fierce and terrible. His great and prominent nose su gests the beak of some bird of prey. His fierce face caus babes to cry, children to run in terror, grown folk to trembl I had been always inclined to think that this feeling was ind vidual and trifling; that it was solely due to strangeness an lack of contact. To-day I know better. Contrasted with th other faces of the world, the face of the fair white is terrible fierce, and cruel. No doubt our intensity of purpose, our firm ness and dislike of interference, our manner in walk and actio and in speech all add to the effect. However that may be both in Europe and our own land, after my visit to the black I see the cruelty and fierceness of the white man's face as I never would have believed was possible. For the first time I can appreciate fully the feelings of the natives. The white man's face is a dreadful prediction; where the white man goes, he devastates, destroys, depopulates. Witness America, Australia, and Van Dieman's Land.

From the suppression of the Egyptian uprising against the foreigners in 1882 down to the present day, England has "occupied" Egypt, steadily maintaining, however, that the situation is only temporary. During this period many great improvements in government, finance, industry, and public works have been carried out under the direction of English advisers and officials. Lord Milner, at one time Undersecretary for Finance in Egypt, states his views of the problem of occupation and withdrawal as follows:

If it be admitted that to guide Egypt in the direction of civilized independence and to protect the various foreign interests which are bound up with her peace and prosperity, it is desirable that she should remain for a time under the guardianship of some great power, then there are obvious reasons why England should remain her guardian The position that we