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the ' pale face,' ' our Father in Washington ' and a variety of
other subjects in which the Indian is supposed to be particu-
larly interested.

" ' Why, that's a speech I made some years ago to the
Sioux Indians while out on the Plains. Were you there ?'

" ' I was there,' replied Stanley, ' reporting it for the Her-
ald, and, to tell you the truth, I have had occasion to repeat
your speech, almost verbatim, more than once to the negroes
of Central Africa.'

" 'Well,' said Sherman,' I would never have recognized you,
and certainly never expected to see in that Herald reporter
the future discoverer of Dr. Livingstone.' "

A grand banquet in honor of Mr. Stanley was also given
by American residents of Paris. There were nearly one hun-
dred gentlemen present, the most prominent of whom were
His Excellency Mr. Washburne, Mr. W.. Vesey, United States'
Consul at Nice ; General Love of Indiana ; General Kiddoo,


Mr. Young, late proprietor of the Albion; Mr. "William
Bowles, Mr. John Russell Young, Rev. Dr. Hitchcock, Col-
onel Moore, "W. J. Florence the commedian ; Mr. Home, etc.
After grace had been said by the Rev. Dr. Hitchcock, who
made some feeling allusions to the trials through which their
guest had passed, the Chairman, Mr. Washburne, rose and
addressed the company, in part, as follows :

our distinguished guest, Mr. Henry M. Stanley, who was then,
as now, the correspondent of the New York Herald, was in
Europe. He was then, as now, a young man, who had been
schooled in the best fields of newspaper enterprise, not only
in our own country, but in another hemisphere. He had
been on the press in New York city, and in the West, in
Chicago and St. Louis, and most likely in Galena. He had
been a war correspondent at home, and had been with Grant
and Sherman, and Halleck and Terry. He had also been a
war correspondent abroad, and had followed the Abyssinian
expedition, and won fresh laurels by his activity, enterprise
and intelligence.

" The managing editor of the Herald, Mr. James Gordon
Bennett, Jr., was in Paris at that time. A great English trav-
eler and explorer had disappeared in the wilds of Africa, and
the curiosity of mankind was excited to know what fate had
befallen him. Nothing definite could be found out in regard
to him. All efforts failed. With the enterprising genius
which belongs to an American journalist. Mr. Bennett con-
ceived the idea of sending, at his own expense, Mr. Stanley,
single-handed and alone, to find Dr. Livingstone, the long-
lost traveler. Our guest was sent for to come hastily to Paris
from Spain, and he met Mr. Bennett in his room at his hotel
after he had retired for the night. A conversation of five
minutes completed the business, and the journalist summed
up his instructions to his correspondent about this way :

"'You shall have an unlimited credit; find Livingstone.'

" That brief and sententious and effective speech reminds us
of what took place between Grant and Sheridan in the Val-


ley of the Slienandoali. After Sheridan had explained his
plans, his chief only answered, ' Go in Sheridan ;' and Sheri-
dan did ' go in,' and Stanley went ' in.' It also brings to
mind the incident that took place between our great Ameri-
can traveler of his time, John Ledyard, and some eminent
English geographer of that period. He had heard of Led-
yard, who was then in London, and sent for him to come and
talk about some great exploration, and concluding that Led-
yard was the man he wanted, asked him when he would be
ready to start. 'To-morrow morning' was the emphatic reply
of the great traveler.

" Our friend here loses no time in entering upon and com-
pleting his work, and when accomplished he does not ha,ve to
make the same return that the Mississippi sheriff made to a
writ against a debtor who had run oif into a swamp non
comatibus in swampo. (Great laughter.) We soon find him
at Zanzibar, on the coast of Africa, organizing his expedition.
From there he crosses over to Bagamoyo and then heads for
Unyanyembe, a little pleasure trip of some three months, I
believe. This long march had been terrible, and had brought
with it sickness, discouragement and demoralization. But it
was always ' On Stanley, on !' and with unsubdued courage.
It could truly be said of our guest at this time

' No danger daunted, and no labors tired. 1

" And I think it was from here, sir, you bid the civilized
world farewell, until, as you expressed it, you should see the
' old man face to face or bring back his bones.' And, as I
understand, it was from here that your great troubles began.
You found yourself in a deadly climate, struggling in jungles
and in fastnesses, amid wild and hostile savages at war with
each other ; you were scorched by an African sun, bringing
burning fever and wild delirium, but on you went. You cut
through forests and you passed over mountains ; you fought
battles and you won victories ; you gave fight to the great
Mirambo, the chief of the Wamogas (laughter) who con-
cluded that ' discretion was the better part of valor ' and


retired, realizing there, no doubt, in the centre of Africa, the
full force of the couplet :

" He who fights nnd runs away,
Will live to fight another day."

" And then you appear to have commenced a great flanking
operation in getting outside of Mirambo's dominions, and I
think you must have gathered some experience in that busi-
ness during Grant's great campaign of the Wilderness.
And your experiences at home must have been useful to you
in other respects, for I was greatly amused at breakfast the
other day, to hear you tell General Sherman that you had
occasion to make the same speech to a wild African chief
that you had heard him make in camp at Fort Laramie to a
chief of the Arapahoes.

" We follow you with breathless interest, and become excited
as you approach Ujiji, on the banks of the Tanganyika, and
we participate in the feeling of hope that you had, that you
might there hear something of the object of your long and
grievous search. We see your brave little party enter the
village, sick, ragged, worn down, emaciated, drums beating
and flags flying. But the flag still highest in air was the
starry banner of our own republic (long continued cheering)
that emblem of our nation's glory and grandeur, respected
and honored everywhere by Christian civilization, and saluted
with reverence even in the wilds of Africa.

" Our interest intensities when, we find that there is a
white man in Ujiji, and we participate in your joy when you
step out from among your Arabs and address this white man
' Dr. Livingstone, I believe ?' And we throw up our hats
when we see a smile light up the features of the brave old
man, and when he answers, ' That is my name, sir.' That
was an introduction worth having, and which must become

"We congratulate you, Mr. Stanley, on the glorious success
that has crowned your efforts and your labors. We pay a
respectful homage to your courage, your energy, your fidelity
and your perseverance in overcoming all obstacles in your


path. "We honor the enterprise and liberality of Mr. Bennett,
who conceived and carried out with his own means this won-
derful expedition. "We thank you for the intelligence you
bring us of Dr. Livingstone, and we rejoice that you met him
face to face, and that he still lives to pursue his explorations
still further and give to the world the result of his explora-

" But, gentleman, I will detain you no longer, for I know
you wait anxiously to give your approbation to a sentiment
which I now propose to offer : ' Henry M. Stanley, the
correspondent of the New York Herald, the man who dis-
covered the discoverer.' We honor him for his courage, his
energy and his fidelity. We rejoice in the triumphant suc-
cess of his mission, which has gained him imperishable
renown and conferred additional credit on the American
name. We cordially welcome him on his return, and ' may
he live long and prosper.' "

Mr. Stanley responded to the toast in a speech in which
he narrated the incidents of his expedition, from the period
at which Mr. Bennett gave him his first instructions down
to the discovery of Dr. Livingstone in the wilds of Africa.
He had explored the great, mysterious Kile, the temple's that
dominated its shores, and the grand old granite and syenite
statues that guarded the sacred precincts up as far as the fanes
of holy Philoe, the gloomy aisles of the great Luxor, and the
gad, tuneful Memnon, tracing the history of Egypt from the
glorious days of Sesostris down to the deep degradation of
Mameluke times, and its uprise again to the dawn of a fresh
regeneration and the knowledge that civilization means
power. He then proceeded :

"Do you know what Zanzibar is ? I am sure I did not. I
had not the slightest idea what sort of place it was. It is a
gein of the ocean. You find there one of the most attractive
of islands, laved by the most sparkling of seas, warmed by
rich sunlight, and verduous beyond imagination. Do you
know what Africa is that portion of Africa to which our
attention is now drawn? Its coasts, even while you look on


it as you approach its shores, fascinate the imagination. I
remember even now the ardent hopes that sprang up as I
gazed upon it. How grand appeared those groves of grace-
ful-topped palms, how mysterious the bold headlands to the
north, how grandly heaved the land swells toward the west,
what solemn thoughts crept over my mind, at the fact that
those undulations, those forests, those groves, must be crossed
by me ! for who knew what might happen, who knew what
fate awaited my little army and myself ? However, as all
augured well, why should our spirits be dashed when heaven
and earth seemed to smile a welcome ? But I dread the rid-
icule that perhaps would be excited if I told you all that was
iu my mind when I set foot upon the sandy beach, and was
greeted by many sonorous " Yambos " from the grim-looking
people who were thus saluting me. I had no boats to burn,
for those which bore me were not mine ; but there were res-
olutions to form as well as sadness to banish, and I assure you
the spirit was not wanting.

# # # * * # *

" Let me speak of Livingstone, the enduring man, the brave
and resolute traveler, the practical Christian gentleman.
What a wearj", despondent look his face must have worn
when he arrived at Ujiji ! He had much of that when I saw
him ; but what a pleasure it was to me to see him brighten
up little by little, to feel almost a childish interest, so intense
was it, as I enacted the part of a newspaper in what I told
him. It was medicine to him, -this long series of startling
events that 1 had the pleasure of relating ! It was life to him,
this fresh white face from the United States, which came to
tell him that America and Europe had not forgotten him.
Can any of you imagine yourselves communing with your
own thoughts on the weary march through those silent for-
ests, with their appalling, intense silence, his utter loneliness
warning him, as he saw the bleached skulls of those who had
gone before, of his own littleness and his possible fate ? I
could not, indeed, had I not seen these things.

" I remember well, when in just such a scene as I have pic-


tured, I thought of this and addressed him on the subject.
He said if he died he would like to be buried in just such a
place, and with only the dead leaves of the forest over him.
No grave would he like better; often and often had he
thought so.

" Gentlemen, it was no exaggerated account I wished to
bring with me from the heart of Africa. I vowed I would
bring nothing but the plain, unvarnished truth, for this was
a case where there was no necessity for exaggeration. I
wished to bring home facts; you see yourselves how they
have stirred the hearts of nations. Permit me, to thank you
for your kind impulse, and for the interest you have mani-
fested in myself accept my deep and sincere gratitude."

Among other things said on this occasion was the follow-
ing, from a speech by Mr. William Young of England :

" It is to the future, sir, that I turn my regards, as I think
over what there remains for the enterprising genius of a
Bennett to map out, and the persevering energy of a Stanley
to accomplish. And there seem to me to be three great dis-
coveries still to be undertaken for the benefit of mankind
and the further glory of the New York Herald.

" Can you not, in the first place, fancy Mr. James Gordon
Bennett summoning by telegraph Mr. Stanley to his pres-
ence, and asking him in the coolest way in the world whether
he believes in the existence of a veritable North Pole ? The
reply is * Yes ' of course. f Can you discover it ? ' is the
rejoinder; to which Mr. Stanley answers with his habitual
modesty : ' I don't know, sir ; but I'll try.' ' All right,' says
Mr. Bennett ; 'go ahead ; you shall have unlimited credit ;
find the Pole , and hoist the Stars and Stripes upon it ! '
I leave you to judge, gentlemen, whether the thing will be

" Again, can you not fancy Mr. Bennett, sitting quietly on
the deck of his yacht, and once more summoning Mr. Stanley
to his side ? The dialogue between them is, as usual, short and
practical. ' Mr. Stanley, do you believe in the great sea ser-
pent ? ' 'I do, sir.' ' Then go and find him. You can


have unlimited credit. Twist a cable about his jaws, tow
him in from sea, and beach him. upon the spit of Sandy
Hook. ' Gentlemen, I leave you to determine whether this
feat will not also be accomplished.

" The third and most important of the discoveries yet to be
made by this combination of rare enterprise and dauntless
perseverance, carries me back to the days when I, too, was in
the press, and used, with many others, to shoot puny arrows
against the tough and impenetrable shield of the redoubtable
New York journal ; for Mr. Bennett in this crowning in-
stance is not indebted to his own desire for the diffusion of
useful knowledge, but to the marvelous forethought and
sagacity of his late father. You must, many of you, often
have read the wierd problem propounded in his columns, but
remaining to be solved by a Stanley. I give it you in three
words, as I resume my seat : < Who struck Billy Patterson ?' "


JOHN BULL is more phlegmatic in his temperament. than
his French neighbors, and Mr. Stanley's arrival at London,
August 2d, did not excite the enthusiasm which had greeted
him at Paris. Henry Rawlinson, President of the Royal
Geographical Society, wrote him a letter of thanks for finding
Dr. Livingstone, but a public reception by that Society was
deferred, as many of its members were in the country.

Mr. Stanley also received from Miss Agnes Livingstone, a
letter of thanks for the safe delivery of her father's diary and
letters from him. This diary had been in great danger of
being lost in crossing a river, and its preservation is said to be
due to Mr. Stanley's prompt decision in the ready handling
of a revolver.

Queen Yictoria received Mr. Stanley most graciously at
Dunrobin Castle, and thanked him personally for what he had
done. She also sent to him a magnificent snuff-box, accompa-
mied by a letter of thanks and congratulation signed by Lord
Granville. This snuff-box is of gold, exquisitely adorned with
brilliants and deep blue enamel (the royal color) on the lid,
which is oval in shape. In the center is the monogram Y. R.,
worked in small brilliants on a ground of deep blue enamel
and surmounted by the crown in diamonds, the crimson vel-
vet being represented by a ruby. Around this center-piece



is a circle of larger brilliants: The interior of the lid bears
the following inscription :

Presented by


in recognition of the prudence and zeal

displayed by him
in opening communication with


and thus relieving the general anxiety

felt in regard to the fate of

that distinguished traveler.

LONDON, August 17, 1872.

Lady Franklin, in cordial sympathy with all American ex-
plorers for lost Englishmen, whether in Arctic regions or In-
ner Africa, invited Stanley to dine with her. He was also
the guest of Lord Granville and the Duchess of Agyle. Not-
withstanding all these attentions shown to 'him by the Queen
and others, and the proofs which Stanley furnished of the
truth of his story, there was still a lingering skepticism in the
public mind, which occasionally found vent in the journals,
and served to throw a chill over his sojourn in England.

Mr. Stanley was invited to attend the meeting of the Brit-
ish Association for the Advancement of Science, which as-
sembled at Brighton in August. This was his first public ap-
pearance, and here, on the 15th of August, he delivered his
first address in England, before the Geographical Section of
the Association.

The audience numbered about fifteen hundred, and filled
the hall. A row of velvet chairs in front of the platform was
occupied by the late Emperor and Empress of France, with
the Prince Imperial and suite. The leading members of the
geographical section took their seats upon the platform. The
audience repeatedly expressed their vociferous welcome, and
the address was a signal success.

The Chairman, Mr. Francis Galton, introduced Mr. Stan-
ley, and made a short speech, a part of which is given below,
as it contains considerable information in a condensed
space :


" It is about six years ago that a rumor reached England of
Dr. Livingstone's death a rumor which you recollect was
doubted by our own President (Sir Roderick Murchison),
and which was afterwards wholly disproved by the expedition
sent out specially from England, under Captain Young, for
the purpose of ascertaining the truth of it ; and, again, by
letters received from Dr. Livingstone himself, dated in 1869,
only three years ago. We had previously received letters
from him viz., in 1867 and 1868. They requested that sup-
plies should be sent, and await him at Ujiji.

" The route from the coast was first opened up by Captain
Burton and Captain Speke, and they found it was a perfectly
open caravan road, along which there was no difficulty what-
ever other than is common in caravan roads in uncivilized
countries no difficulty whatever in transmitting provisions
and supplies. Supplies were actually sent by that route. I
have a list of four parties which went with supplies viz., in
1867, 1868, 1869 and 1870, and the supplies gent from the
coast in 1869 actually reached Livingstone, not only at Un-
yanyembe, but in Ujiji. But in that year a difficult state of
circumstances arose. Cholera broke out, and it was impossi-
ble for caravans to pass through. Most of the men died, and
supplies were stopped at Unyanyembe. Afterwards war
broke out, and the route which could be traveled in ordinary
times became closed, or almost closed.

" It was then a matter of great consideration with the Royal
Geographical Society what steps they should take ; but at
that time we heard that Mr. Stanley, actuated by honorable
motives and despatched by the New York Herald, had act-
ually started in search of Dr. Livingstone. Supplies and let-
ters were therefore placed in his hands to be delivered to Dr.
Livingstone. The Royal Geographical Society, not wishing
in any way to compete with an existing expedition, took no
other steps. Afterwards a rumor reached England, happily
unfounded, that Mr. Stanley had got to Unyanyembe and
that his expedition had been broken up ; that in consequence
of the wars of the Arabs it had succumbed, and that he was


himself ill of fever and incapable of pushing on in his mis-

"Although we knew little reliance was to be placed in such
rumors, we resolved to send out that expedition of which you
have heard so much and which you know has returned. It
happened that before we sent out the expedition Mr. Stanley
had actually shaken hands with Dr. Livingstone at Ujiji.
When the expedition reached the coast of Africa and was
ready to start, they met Mr. Stanley's advance return party
and in a few days afterwards Mr. Stanley himself. Now I
have explained to the best of my ability the simple facts of
the case, and I now call upon Mr. Stanley to give us his ac-
count of his most adventurous expedition."

Mr. Stanley then stepped forward on the platform and was
again loudly cheered. He said :

" Ladies and gentlemen : I consider myself in the light of a
Troubadour to-day, bringing you a tale of an old man tramp-
ing onward to discover the source of the Nile to tell you
that I found that old man at Ujiji after his travels, and
to tell you of his woes and sufferings, and how he bore his
misfortunes with the Christian patience and endurance of a

"Before I started for Central Africa I knew nothing of that
great, broad tract in the center of the African Continent. My
duty led me to fields of journalism my duty carried me far
away from Central Africa. If I had ever dreamed that I
should visit the heart of Africa I should have smiled at my-


Mr. Stanley then related the difficulty he had in learning
the names of the currency among the natives in trading, and
how he asked every Arab he met whether a white man had
been seen in the country, and the conflicting information he
received on the subject. One said he saw one at Ujiji, and
he was very fat and fond of rice. Another said a white man
had been wounded when he was engaged in hunting. "When
I got to Unyanyembe, the great central depot of the Arabs,


I asked the Governor where the. fat man was. He said he
lived at Ujiji somewhere, and was a great eater of butter. I
thought that was good news. I said, ' Do you think he is
alive ?' ' Ah ! great master, I don't say he is alive, because
there has been war there.' He said he had divined on the
Koran, and found Livingstone was dead. Now my next point
was Ujiji, from Unyanyembe. I had never been in Africa
before. There were no railroads, no telegraphs, no balloons,
and there was a war raging in the country. First I must cut
my way through this war country. We went on for two days,
but on the third we made a most disgraceful retreat. All my
men deserted me. I made my way to the camp of the Arabs,
and I said, ' There is a war going on, and it is between the Arabs
and the natives. I will find my own way to Dr. Livingstone.'
One of them said, ' Oh, great master, you must not do that.
I must write to the Sultan and say you are obstinate, that you
are going to get killed.' ' All right,' said I : ' There are
jungles. If one way is closed we can try another. I want to
go to Ujiji.'

" So on the 23d of September last year I started, and went
directly south until I came to the frontier of the adjoining
country, and when I came to the corner of it I found there
was another war there. In fact I was going straight into it.
I had to go up north now, and came to the salt pans of which
Burton speaks. In crossing the river I had such little inci-
dents as a crocodile eating one of my donkeys. I came next
to a land notorious for its robbers. I did not know this, and
one night I called a council of my principal men. I told
them I could not stand this tribute taking. They asked :

" '"What will you do, master? ' I said ' The thing is to go
into the jungle and make direct west.' At the dead of the
night we went into the bamboo jungle, and on the fourth
day we stood on the last hill. We had crossed the last
stream, we had traversed the last plain, we had climbed the last
mountain, and Ujiji lay embowered in the palms beneath us.

" Now, it is customary in Africa to make your presence
known by shouting and shooting gnns. We fired our guns as


only exuberant heroes can do. I said, ' I suppose I shall not
find the white man here. We must go on to the Congo and
away to the Atlantic Ocean, but we must find this white man.'

" So we were firing away, shouting, blowing horns,
beating drums. All the people came out, and the great
Arabs from Muscat came out. .

" Hearing we were from Zanzibar, and were friendly and
brought news of their relatives, they welcomed us. And
while we were traveling down that steep hill, down to this

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