The Albert N'Yanza, Great Basin of the Nile, And Explorations of the Nile Sources

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Samuel White Baker. The Albert N'Yanza, Great Basin of the Nile, And Explorations of the Nile Sources

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER I. THE EXPEDITION

CHAPTER II. BAD RECEPTION AT GONDOKORO

CHAPTER III. GUN ACCIDENT

CHAPTER IV. FIRST NIGHT'S MARCH

CHAPTER V. LEAVE ELLYRIA

CHAPTER VI. THE FUNERAL DANCE

CHAPTER VII. LATOOKA

CHAPTER VIII. IBRAHIM's RETURN

CHAPTER IX. THE TURKS ATTACK KAYALA

CHAPTER X. LIFE AT OBBO

CHAPTER XI. THE START FOR THE LAKE:

CHAPTER XIL. RECOVERED

CHAPTER XIII. TREACHEROUS DESIGNS OF THE NATIVES

CHAPTER XIV. AT HOME IN KISOONA

CHAPTER XV. KAMRASI BEGS FOR THE BRITISH FLAG

CHAPTER XVI. KAMRASI'S ADIEU

CHAPTER XVII. THE NATIVES IN MOURNING

CHAPTER XVIII. THE LATEST NEWS FROM KHARTOUM

CHAPTER XIX. THE BLACK ANTELOPE

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The primary object of geographical exploration is the opening to general intercourse such portions of the earth as may become serviceable to the human race. The explorer is the precursor of the colonist; and the colonist is the human instrument by which the great work must be constructed—that greatest and most difficult of all undertakings—the civilization of the world.

The progress of civilization depends upon geographical position. The surface of the earth presents certain facilities and obstacles to general access; those points that are easily attainable must always enjoy a superior civilization to those that are remote from association with the world.

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30th Dec.—Johann is in a flying state, but sensible; all his hopes, poor fellow, of saving money in my service and returning to Bavaria are past. I sat by his bed for some hours; there was not a ray of hope; he could speak with difficulty, and the flies walked across his glazed eyeballs without his knowledge. Gently bathing his face and hands, I asked him if I could deliver any message to his relatives. He faintly uttered, "I am prepared to die; I have neither parents nor relations; but there is one—she—" he faltered. He could not finish his sentence, but his dying thoughts were with one he loved; far, far away from this wild and miserable land, his spirit was transported to his native village, and to the object that made life dear to him. Did not a shudder pass over her, a chill warning at that sad moment when all was passing away? I pressed his cold hand, and asked her name. Gathering his remaining strength he murmured, "Krombach" [Krombach was merely the name of his native village in Bavaria.] . . . "Es bleibt nur zu sterben." "Ich bin sehr dankbar." These were the last words he spoke, "I am very grateful." I gazed sorrowfully at his attenuated figure, and at the now powerless hand that had laid low many an elephant and lion, in its day of strength; and the cold sweat of death lay thick upon his forehead. Although the pulse was not yet still, Johann was gone.

31st Dec.—Johann died. I made a huge cross with my own hands from the trunk of a tamarind tree, and by moonlight we laid him in his grave in this lonely spot.

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