An intuitive
eye, seen the defects in my own sketch; and by this I am enabled
to restore him to the reader's view exactly as I saw him - as he
pondered on what he had witnessed during his long marches.
Soon after my arrival at Ujiji, he had rushed to his paper, and
indited a letter to James Gordon Bennett, Esq., wherein he
recorded his thanks; and after he had finished it, I asked him
to add the word "Junior" to it, as it was young Mr. Bennett to
whom he was indebted. I thought the letter admirable, and
requested the Doctor not to add another word to it. The feelings
of his heart had found expression in the grateful words he had
written; and if I judged Mr. Bennett rightly, I knew he would
be satisfied with it. For it was not the geographical news he
cared so much about, as the grand fact of Livingstone's being
alive or dead.
In this latter part of December he was writing letters to his
children, to Sir Roderick Murchison, and to Lord Granville.
He had intended to have written to the Earl of Clarendon, but
it was my sad task to inform him of the death of that
distinguished nobleman.
In the meantime I was preparing the Expedition for its return
march to Unyanyembe, apportioning the bales and luggage, the
Doctor's large tin boxes, and my own among my own men; for I
had resolved upon permitting the Doctor's men to march as
passengers, because they had so nobly performed their duty
to their master.
