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cacotrophic dourra and maize food we had been subjected to in the
wilderness. I conscientiously believed that a diet on potted ham,
crackers, and jellies would make me as invincible as Talus, and
that I only required a stout flail to be able to drive the mighty
Wagogo into the regions of annihiliation, should they dare even to
wink in a manner I disapproved.
The first box opened contained three tins of biscuits, six tins
of potted hams—tiny things, not much larger than thimbles, which,
when opened, proved to be nothing more than a table-spoonful of
minced meat plentifully seasoned with pepper: the Doctor’s stores
fell five hundred degrees below zero in my estimation. Next were
brought out five pots of jam, one of which was opened—this was also
a delusion. The stone jars weighed a pound, and in each was found
a little over a tea-spoonful of jam. Verily, we began to think our
hopes and expectations had been raised to too high a pitch. Three
bottles of curry were next produced—but who cares for curry?
Another box was opened, and out tumbled a fat dumpy Dutch cheese,
hard as a brick, but sound and good; though it is bad for the
liver in Unyamwezi. Then another cheese was seen, but this was
all eaten up—it was hollow and a fraud. The third box contained
nothing but two sugar loaves; the fourth, candles; the fifth,
bottles of salt, Harvey, Worcester, and Reading sauces, essence
of anchovies, pepper, and mustard. Bless me! what food were these
for the revivifying of a moribund such as I was! The sixth box
contained four shirts, two pairs of stout shoes, some stockings and
shoe-strings, which delighted the Doctor so much when he tried them
on that he exclaimed, “Richard is himself again!” “That man,” said
I, “whoever he is, is a friend, indeed.” “Yes, that is my friend
Waller.”
The five other boxes contained potted meat and soups; but the
twelfth, containing one dozen bottles of medicinal brandy, was
gone;and a strict cross-examination of Asmani, the head man of
Livingstone’s caravan, elicited the fact, that not only was one
case of brandy missing, but also two bales of cloth and four bags
of the most valuable beads in Africa—sami-sami—which are as gold
with the natives.
I was grievously disappointed after the stores had been examined;
everything proved to be deceptions in my jaundiced eyes. Out of
the tins of biscuits when opened, there was only one sound box;
the whole of which would not make one full meal. The soups—who
cared for meat soups in Africa? Are there no bullocks, and sheep,
and goats in the land, from which far better soup can be made than
any that was ever potted? Peas, or any other kind of vegetable
soup, would have been a luxury; but chicken and game soups!—what
nonsense!
I then overhauled my own stores. I found some fine old brandy
and one bottle of champagne still left; though it was evident,
in looking at the cloth bales, that dishonesty had been at work;
and some person happened to suggest Asmani—the head man sent by
Dr. Kirk in charge of Livingstone’s goods—as the guilty party.
Upon his treasures being examined, I found eight or ten coloured
cloths, with the mark of my own agent at Zanzibar on them. As he
was unable to give a clear account of how they came in his box,
they were at once confiscated, and distributed among the most
deserving of the Doctor’s people. Some of the watchmen also
accused him of having entered into my storeroom, and of having
abstracted two or three gorah of domestics from my bales,
and of having, some days afterwards, snatched the keys from the
hands of one of my men, and broken them, lest other people might
enter, and find evidences of his guilt. As Asmani was proved to
be another of the “moral idiots,” Livingstone discharged him on
the spot. Had we not arrived so soon at Unyanyembe, it is probable
that the entire stock sent from Zanzibar had in time disappeared.
Unyanyembe being rich in fruits, grain, and cattle, we determined
to have our Christmas dinner over again in style, and, being
fortunately in pretty good health, I was enabled to superintend
its preparation. Never was such prodigality seen in a tembe of
Unyamwezi as was seen in ours, nor were ever such delicacies
provided.
There were but few Arabs in Unyanyembe when we arrived, as they
were investing the stronghold of Mirambo. About a week after our
return, “the little mannikin,” Sheikh Sayd bin Salim—El Wali—who
was the commander-in-chief of their forces, came to Kwihara from
the front. But the little Sheikh was in no great hurry to greet
the man he had wronged so much. As soon as we heard of his arrival
we took the opportunity to send men immediately after the goods
which were forwarded to the Wali’s care soon after Livingstone’s
departure for Mikindany Bay. The first time we sent men for them
the governor declared himself too sick to attend to such matters,
but the second day they were surrendered, with a request that the
Doctor would not be very angry at their condition, as the white
ants had destroyed everything.
The stores this man had detained at Unyanyembe were in a most sorry
state. The expenses were prepaid for their carriage to Ujiji, but
the goods had been purposely detained at this place by Sayd bin
Salim since 1867 that he might satisfy his appetite for liquor,
and probably fall heir to two valuable guns that were known to be
with them. The white ants had not only eaten up bodily the box
in which the guns were packed, but they had also eaten the gunstocks.
The barrels were corroded, and the locks were quite destroyed.
The brandy bottles, most singular to relate, had also fallen a prey
to the voracious and irresistible destroyers the white ants—and,
by some unaccountable means, they had imbibed the potent Hennessy,
and replaced the corks with corn-cobs. The medicines had also
vanished, and the zinc pots in which they had been snugly packed
up were destroyed by corrosion. Two bottles of brandy and one small
zinc case of medicines only were saved out of the otherwise utter
wreck.
I also begged the Doctor to send to Sheikh Sayd, and ask him if he
had received the two letters despatched by him upon his first
arrival at Ujiji for Dr. Kirk and Lord Clarendon; and if he had
forwarded them to the coast, as he was desired to do. The reply
to the messengers was in the affirmative; and, subsequently, I
obtained the same answer in the presence of the Doctor,
On the 222nd of February, the pouring rain, which had dogged us
the entire distance from Ujiji, ceased, and we had now beautiful
weather; and while I prepared for the homeward march, the Doctor
was busy writing his letters, and entering his notes into his
journal, which I was to take to his family. When not thus
employed, we paid visits to the Arabs at Tabora, by whom we were
both received with that bounteous hospitality for which they are
celebrated.
Among the goods turned over by me to Dr. Livingstone, while
assorting such cloths as I wished to retain for my homeward trip,
were—
Doti. Yards.
First-class American sheeting … 285 = 1140
” Kaniki (blue stuff) … 16 = 64
Medium ” (blue stuff) … 60 = 240
” Dabwani cloth … . 41 = 64
Barsati cloths … . 28 = 112
Printed handkerchiefs . . 70 = 280
Medium Rehani cloth … . . 127 = 508
” Ismahili ” … . 20 = 80
” Sohari ” … . . 20 = 80
4 pieces fine Kungura (red check) 22 = 88
4 gorah Rehani … … . 8 = 32
Total number of cloths . 697 = 2788
Besides:
Cloth, 2788 yards.
Assorted beads, 16 sacks, weight = 992 lbs.
Brass wire, Nos. 5 and 6; 10 fraslilah = 350 lbs.
1 canvas tent, waterproof.
1 air-bed.
1 boat (canvas}
1 bag of tools, carpenter’s.
1 rip saw.
2 barrels of tar.
12 sheets of ship’s copper = 60 lbs.
Clothes.
1 Jocelyn breechloader (metallic cartridge).
1 Starr’s ” ” “
1 Henry (16-shooter) ” “
1 revolver.
200 rounds revolver ammunition.
2000 ” Jocelyn and Starrs ammunition.
1500 ” Henry rifle ammunition.
Cooking utensils, medicine chest, books, sextant, canvas bags, &c.,
&c., &c.
The above made a total of about forty loads. Many things in the
list would have brought fancy prices in Unyanyembe, especially
the carbines and ammunition, the saw, carpenter’s tools the beads,
and wire. Out of the thirty-three loads which were stored for him
in my tembe—the stock sent to Livingstone, Nov. 1,1870—but few
of them would be available for his return trip to Rua and Manyuema.
The 696 doti of cloth which were left to him formed the only
marketable articles of value he possessed; and in Manyuema, where
the natives manufactured their own cloth, such an article would be
considered a drug; while my beads and wire, with economy, would
suffice to keep him and his men over two years in those regions.
His own cloth, and what I gave him, made in the aggregate 1,393
doti, which, at 2 doti per day for food, were sufficient to keep
him and sixty men 696 days. He had thus four years’ supplies.
The only articles he lacked to make a new and completely fitted-up
expedition were the following, a list of which he and I drew up;—
A few tins of American wheat-flour.
” ” soda crackers.
” ” preserved fruits
A few tins of salmon,
10 lbs. Hyson tea.
Some sewing thread and needles.
1 dozen official envelopes.
`Nautical Almanac’ for 1872 and 1873.
1 blank journal.
1 chronometer, stopped.
1 chain for refractory people.
With the articles just named he would have a total of seventy
loads, but without carriers they were an incumbrance to him; for,
with only the nine men which he now had, he could go nowhere with
such a splendid assortment of goods. I was therefore commissioned
to enlist,—as soon as I reached Zanzibar,—fifty freemen, arm them
with a gun and hatchet each man, besides accoutrements, and to
purchase two thousand bullets, one thousand flints, and ten kegs of
gunpowder. The men were to act as carriers, to follow wherever
Livingstone might desire to go. For, without men, he was simply
tantalized with the aspirations roused in him by the knowledge
that he had abundance of means, which were irrealizable without
carriers. All the wealth of London and New York piled before him
were totally unavailable to him without the means of locomotion.
No Mnyamwezi engages himself as carrier during war-time. You who
have read the diary of my ‘Life in Unyanyembe’ know what stubborn
Conservatives the Wanyamwezi are. A duty lay yet before me which
I owed to my illustrious companion, and that was to hurry to the
coast as if on a matter of life and death—act for him in the matter
of enlisting men as if he were there himself—to work for him with
the same zeal as I would for myself—not to halt or rest until his
desires should be gratified, And this I vowed to do; but it was
a death-blow to my project of going down the Nile, and getting
news of Sir S. Baker.
The Doctor’s task of writing his letters was ended. He delivered
into my hand twenty letters for Great Britain, six for Bombay,
two for New York, and one
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