. Stanley and the white heroes in Africa; being an edition from Mr. Stanley's late personal writings on the Emin Pasha relief expedition ... e shots were fired. These turned its course, and itpassed the head of the caravan. Again it turned with defiant at-titude, bent on an attack. This was the position of affairs when I seized my Expressand hurried back. For some time I was unable to fire, as theanimal stood between me and the men. But thinking^appar-ently that discretion was the better part of valor, it turned tailupon the caravan, and came at a steady trot toward me. Drop-ping on my knee, t
. Stanley and the white heroes in Africa; being an edition from Mr. Stanley's late personal writings on the Emin Pasha relief expedition ... e shots were fired. These turned its course, and itpassed the head of the caravan. Again it turned with defiant at-titude, bent on an attack. This was the position of affairs when I seized my Expressand hurried back. For some time I was unable to fire, as theanimal stood between me and the men. But thinking^appar-ently that discretion was the better part of valor, it turned tailupon the caravan, and came at a steady trot toward me. Drop-ping on my knee, to take a steadier aim, I waited my whole caravan were yelling and shouting, which so distract-ed its attention that it did not notice me before it was in the tallgrass. When within thirty yards it swerved a little, and Itook advantage of the opportunity to fire. The bullet struckclose to the spine, and was just sufiici-nt to paral3^ze it a littlewithout breaking it. The great brute sauk partially on theground; but on my giving it the contents of the second barrelit sighted me, and then, pulling itself together, it came crash-. I ^^^imm THE CONGO FREE STATE AND RECENT EXPLORATIONS. 635 ing toward me in the most precipitate manner. On lookingaround for Songoro, I found that worthy showing his heels incapital style, leaving me with empty rifle. There was no hopeof evading the attack, loa,ded as I was with heavy boots, andin tall grass, and face it I must. In my strongest language Ishouted out to Songoro to bring my ammunition, and ran afterhim as fast as I could. The good fellow, remembering myplight, stopped at once, and came running with a cartridge inhis hand. I seized it in feverish haste, and turned to face theenemy, which was almost upon me. I fumbled most clumsilyat the lock, and it seemed an age before the cartridge wasrammed home and the rifle at my shoulder. As I raised it therhino would be little more than five yards off. The very im-minence of my danger pulled
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