. Through the dark continent : or, The sources of the Nile around the great lakes of equatorial Africa and down the Livingstone River to the Atlantic Ocean. and the dejected, woe-stricken servants, a choking sensation of unutterable grieffilled me. The sorrow-laden mind fondly recalled the lostmans inestimable qualities, his extraordinary gentleness, hispatient temper, his industry, cheerfulness, and his tenderfriendship ; it dwelt upon the pleasure of his society, hisgeneral usefulness, his piety, and cheerful trust in our successwith which he had renewed our hope and courage ; and eachnew vi
. Through the dark continent : or, The sources of the Nile around the great lakes of equatorial Africa and down the Livingstone River to the Atlantic Ocean. and the dejected, woe-stricken servants, a choking sensation of unutterable grieffilled me. The sorrow-laden mind fondly recalled the lostmans inestimable qualities, his extraordinary gentleness, hispatient temper, his industry, cheerfulness, and his tenderfriendship ; it dwelt upon the pleasure of his society, hisgeneral usefulness, his piety, and cheerful trust in our successwith which he had renewed our hope and courage ; and eachnew virtue that it remembered only served to intensify mysorrow for his loss, and to suffuse my heart with pity and 1877.] ?WHO DIES EARLIEST DIES BEST. 315 regret, that after the exhiltition of so many admiral)leqiialities uud such long faithful service he should depart thislife so abruptly, and without reward. When curtained about Ijy anxieties, and the gloomcreated by the almost insurmountable obstacles we en-countered, his voice had ever made music in my grieving for the hapless lives that were lost, he 5 n pi c m 0 r i a m. ^<, ^ ^« 2r. FRANCIS JOHN POCOCK. Drowned June 3, 1877. consoled me. But now my friendly comforter and true-hearted friend was gone! Ah, had some one but relievedme from my cares, and satisfied me that my dark followerswould see their Zanjian homes again, I would that day havegladly ended the struggle, and, crying out, Who diesearliest dies best, have embarked in my boat and droppedcalmly over the cataracts into eternity. 316 THROUOH THE BARK CONTINENT. [1877. The moon rose high above the southern wall of the white funereal light revealed in ghostly motion the sceneof death to which I owed the sundering of a long fellowshipand a firm-knit unity. Over the great Zinga Fall I sat forhours upon a warm boulder, looking up river towards thehateful Massassa, deluding myself with the vain hope thatby some chance he might have escaped out of th
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