to find all the ground cut from under him. While Speke, the subordinate,
had been welcomed like a king, he, Burton, the chief of the expedition,
had landed unnoticed. But the bitterest pill was the news that Speke
had been appointed to lead the new expedition. And as if that was not
enough, Captain Rigby, Consul at Zanzibar, gave ear to and published
the complaints of some of Burton's dastardly native followers. Although
Fortune cheated Burton of having been the actual discoverer of the
Source of the Nile, it must never be forgotten that all the credit of
having inaugurated the expedition to Central Africa and of leading it
are his. Tanganyika--in the words of a recent writer, "is in a very true
sense the heart of Africa." If some day a powerful state spring up
on its shores, Burton will to all time be honoured as its indomitable
Columbus. In his journal he wrote proudly, but not untruly: "I have
built me a monument stronger than brass." The territory is now
German. Its future masters who shall name! but whoever they may be, no
difference can be made to Burton's glory. Kingdoms may come and kingdoms
may go, but the fame of the truly great man speeds on for ever.

Chapter X. 22nd January 1861-to August 1861, Mormons and Marriage

Bibliography:

17. The City of the Saints, 1861.

39. We rushed into each other's arms. 22nd May, 1860.

During Burton's absence Isabel Arundell tortured herself with
apprehensions and fears. Now and again a message from him reached her,
but there were huge deserts of silence. Then came the news of Speke's
return and lionization in London. She thus tells the story of her
re-union with Burton. "On May 22nd (1860), I chanced to call upon a
friend. I was told she had gone out, but would be in to tea, and was
asked to wait. In a few minutes another ring came to the door, and
another visitor was also asked to wait. A voice that thrilled me
through and through came up the stairs, saying, 'I want Miss Arundell's
address.' The door opened, I turned round, and judge of my feelings when
I beheld Richard!.... We rushed into each other's arms.... We went
down-stairs and Richard called a cab, and he put me in and told the man
to drive about anywhere. He put his arm round my waist, and I put my
head on his shoulder." [177] Burton had come back more like a mummy than
a man, with cadaverous face, brown-yellow skin hanging in bags, his
eyes protruding and his lips drawn away from this te