. Stanley and the white heroes in Africa; being an edition from Mr. Stanley's late personal writings on the Emin Pasha relief expedition ... which we attempted to lower a small canoe,but the instant it seemed to reach him the force of the cur-rent hurrying to the fall was so great that the cable snappedlike packthread, and the canoe swept by him like an arrow,and was engulfed, shattered, split, and pounded into we .endeavored to toss toward him poles tied with creep-ers, but the vagaries of the current and its convulsive heavingmade it impossible to reach him with them, while th
. Stanley and the white heroes in Africa; being an edition from Mr. Stanley's late personal writings on the Emin Pasha relief expedition ... which we attempted to lower a small canoe,but the instant it seemed to reach him the force of the cur-rent hurrying to the fall was so great that the cable snappedlike packthread, and the canoe swept by him like an arrow,and was engulfed, shattered, split, and pounded into we .endeavored to toss toward him poles tied with creep-ers, but the vagaries of the current and its convulsive heavingmade it impossible to reach him with them, while the man darednot move a hand, but sat silent, watching our futile efforts, whilethe conviction gradually settled on our minds that his doom,though protracted, was certain. Then, after anxious deliberation with myself, I called foranother canoe, and lashed to the bow of it a cable consistingof three one-inch rattans twisted together and strengthened byall the tent ropes. A similar cable was lashed to the side, anda third was fastened to the stern, each of these cables beingninety yards in length. A shorter cable, thirty yards in length,. gfA^^LEV crosses the dark contixent. 569 was lashed to the stern of the canoe, which was to be guidedwithin reach of him by a man in the canoe. Two volunteers were called for. No one would step for-ward. I offered rewards. Still no one would respond. Butwhen I began to speak to them, asking them how they wouldlike to be in such a position without a single friend offering toassist in saving them, Ulfedi the coxswain came forward andsaid: * Enough, master, I will go. Mambu Kica Mungu—Myfate is in the hands of God. And immediately he began preparing himself by binding hisloin-cloth firmly about his waist. Then Marzouk, a boat-boy,said : * * Since Uledi goes, I will go too. * Other boat-boys, young Shumari and Aaywa, offered theirservices, but I checked them, and said: * * You surely are not tired of me, are you, that you all wishto die? If all my b
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