This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1875 edition. Excerpt: ...a caravan is coming; so " Commence firing" is the word passed along the length of the column, and gladly do they begin. They have loaded their muskets half full, and they roar like a broadside of a line-of-battle ship. Down go the ramrods, sending home huge charges to the breech, and volley after volley is fired. The flags are fluttered; the banner of America is in front waving joyfully; the guide is in the zenith of his glory. The former residents of Zanzibar will know it directly, and will wonder--as well they may--as to what it means. Never were the Stars and Stripes so beautiful to my mind--the breeze of the Tanganyika has such an effect on them. The guide blows his horn, and the shrill wild clangor of it is far and near; and still the cannon muskets tell the noisy seconds. By this time the Arabs are fully alarmed; the natives of Ujiji, Waguhha, Warundi, Wvanguana, and I know not whom, hurry up by the hundreds to ask what it all means--this fusillading, shouting and blowing of horns, and flag-flying. There are "Yambos" shouted out to me by the dozen, and delighted Arabs have m up breathlessly to shake my hands and ask anxiously where I came from. But I have no patience with them. The expedition goes far too slow. I should like to settle the vexed question by one personal view. Where is he? Has he fled? Suddenly a ma.n--a black man--at my elbow shouts in English: " How do you sir? ' "DR. LIVINGSTONE, I PRESUME." 397 '-Hello! who in the deuce are you '4' " "I am the servant of Dr. Livingstone," he says; but before I can ask any more questions he is running like a madman towards the town. We have at last entered the town. There are hundreds of people around me--I...