Wonders of the tropics; or, Explorations and adventures of Henry M Stanley and other world-renowned travelers, including Livingstone, Baker, Cameron, Speke, Emin Pasha, Du Chaillu, Andersson, etc., etc .. . ns. Ireturned to the camp after eight hours sharp riding and walking, myhorse completely done up—unsuccessful! My approach was watchedby the men at the wagon with feverish anxiety; there was no need ofwords; my face told but too plainly my complete failure. One of mymen who had also been absent on a similar mission, soon joined us,equally successless. Two parties were still absent, and on t
Wonders of the tropics; or, Explorations and adventures of Henry M Stanley and other world-renowned travelers, including Livingstone, Baker, Cameron, Speke, Emin Pasha, Du Chaillu, Andersson, etc., etc .. . ns. Ireturned to the camp after eight hours sharp riding and walking, myhorse completely done up—unsuccessful! My approach was watchedby the men at the wagon with feverish anxiety; there was no need ofwords; my face told but too plainly my complete failure. One of mymen who had also been absent on a similar mission, soon joined us,equally successless. Two parties were still absent, and on their effortsrested now all our hopes; but hour after hour elapsed without any sun set, yet no men. The shadows of evening crept upon us, yet nomen. The moon rose, yet no men. Our anxiety was at its height. Had the men found the water, or hadthey lost themselves in this fearful and death-boding wilderness ? ShouldI wait for the return of daylight before finally deciding on what courseto pursue, or should I face back at once ? These and many others werethe distracting thoughts that crowded in raoid succession on my giddybrain. The delay of a night would occasion the loss of another day, and. (661) 662 WONDERS OF THE TROPICS. then, just suppose the absent parties unsuccessful in finding water, whatwould be the result ? Apparently inevitable destruction. Terrible Suiferiiigs. The oxen had now been four days without water, and their distressv/as already very great. Their hollow flanks, drooping heads, and low,melancholy moans, uttered at intervals, told but too plainly their misery,and went to my heart like daggers. My poor horse was no longer ananimated creature, but a spectre of himself—a gaunt, staggering change that had come upon him during the last twenty-four hourswas incredible. From time to time he would put his head into thewagon, into anyones hands, and, looking wistfully and languidly intohis face, would reproachfully (his looks conveyed as much)
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