STANLEY’S FIRST SIGHT OF TANGANYIKA.
“Yes; a long time ago.”
“Hurrah!” shouted Stanley, “it is Livingstone. March quickly my men. He may go away again!”
They pressed up the slopes and in a few days were in sight of Tanganyika. The looked for hour was at hand.
“Unfurl your flags and load your guns!” he cried to his companions.
“We will, master, we will!”
“One, two, three—fire!”
