and be at rest forever,' they answered.

"Brave, faithful, loyal souls! They were, poor fellows,
surrendering themselves to the benumbing influences of a
listlessness and fatal indifference to life! Four of them
died in consequence of this strange malady at Loanda, three
more on board her Majesty's ship Industry, and one woman
breathed her last the day after we arrived at Zanzibar. But
in their sad death they had one consolation, in the words
which they kept constantly repeating to themselves--

"'We have brought our master to the great sea, and he has
seen his white brothers. La il Allah, il Allah! There is no
God but God!' they said--and died.

"It is not without an overwhelming sense of grief, a choking
in the throat, and swimming eyes, that I write of those
days; for my memory is still busy with the worth and virtues
of the dead. In a thousand fields of incident, adventure,
and bitter trials, they had proved their stanch heroism and
their fortitude; they had lived and endured nobly. I
remember the enthusiasm with which they responded to my
appeals; I remember their bold bearing during the darkest
days; I remember the Spartan pluck, the indomitable courage,
with which they suffered in the days of our adversity. Their
voices again loyally answer me, and again I hear them
address each other upon the necessity of standing by the
'master.' Their boat-song, which contained sentiments
similar to the following:--

'The pale-faced stranger, lonely here,
In cities afar, where his name is dear,
Your Arab truth and strength shall show;
He trusts in us, row, Arabs, row'--

despite all the sounds which now surround me, still charms
my listening ear.[94] ...

"They were sweet and sad moments, those of parting. What a
long, long, and true friendship was here sundered! Through
what strange vicissitudes of life had they not followed me!
What wild and varied scenes had we not seen together! What a
noble fidelity these untutored souls had exhibited! The
chiefs were those who had followed me to Ujiji in 1871; they
had been witnesses of the joy of Livingstone at the sight of
me; they were the men to whom I intrusted the safe-guard of
Livingstone on his last and fatal journey, who had mourned
by his corpse at Muilala, a