lay upon the
ground in the camp, with death pictured on their dusky features.
Stanley called his boat-captains to his tent, and explained the
situation. He knew that he was within a few days march of Embomma, and
that here were located one Englishman, one Frenchman, one Spaniard,
and one Portuguese. He told the captains that he had addressed a
letter to these persons for aid; and that resolute, swift, and
courageous volunteers were needed to go for the relief,--without which
the whole camp would be transformed into a common graveyard. We will
now quote from Mr. Stanley again in proof of the noble nature of the
Negro:--

"The response was not long coming; for Uledi sprang up and
said, 'O master, don't talk more! I am ready now. See, I
will only buckle on my belt, and I shall start at once, and
nothing will stop me. I will follow on the track like a
leopard.'

"'And I am one,' said Kacheche. 'Leave us alone, master. If
there are white men at Embomma, we will find them out. We
will walk and walk, and when we cannot walk we will crawl.'

"'Leave off talking men,' said Muini Pembe, 'and allow
others to speak, won't you? Hear me, my master. I am your
servant. I will outwalk the two. I will carry the letter,
and plant it before the eyes of the white men.'

"'I will go too, sir,' said Robert.

"'Good! It is just as I should wish it; but, Robert, you
cannot follow these three men. You will break down, my boy.'

"'Oh, we will carry him if he breaks down,' said Uledi.
'Won't we, Kacheche?"

"'_Inshallah_!' responded Kacheche decisively. 'We must have
Robert along with us, otherwise the white men won't
understand us.'"

What wonderful devotion! What sublime self-forgetfulness! The world
has wept over such stories as Bianca and Heloise, and has built
monuments that will stand,--

"_While Fame her record keeps,
Or Homer paints the hallowed spot
Where Valor proudly sleeps_,"--

and yet these black heroes are unremembered. "I will follow the track
like a leopard," gives but a faint idea of the strong will of Uledi;
and Kacheche's brave words are endowed with all the attributes of that
heroic _abandon_ with which a devoted general hurls the last fragment
of wasting strength against a stubborn enemy. And besides, there is
something so tender in these words that they seem to melt the heart.
"We will walk and walk