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Title: In darkest Africa; or, the quest, rescue, and retreat of Emin, governor of Equatoria
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Henry M. Stanley
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Publisher: Scribner
Contributing Library: Gumberg Library, Duquesne University
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sterday and they have not returned ? Did I nottell these men that we should all die if they werenot back on the fourth day ? Was not this thesixth day of their absence ? Were there not fiftypeople close to death now ? and much else of the samekind ? By-and-by, the conviction stole on their minds thatif by accident we were to remain in camp inactive forthree days, we should then be too weak to seek food;and they agreed with me that it would be a wise thingto bury the goods, and set out on our return to Ngwetzato procure food for ourselves. But there was one diffi-culty. If we buried the goods, and fifty sick menpreferred to remain in the camp to following us, shouldwe return to the cache, we should find that the sickhad exhumed the goods, and wrecked everything out ofpure mischief. Mr. Bonny then came to the rescue, and offered tostay with ten men in camp, if I provided food for himand the garrison for ten days, the time we decided weshould be alisent. Food to make a light gruel for so
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OUR STARVATION GAMP. 69 small a number for ten days was not difficult to find. 1888.Half a cupful of cornflour per man for thirteen men for starvkuoaten days was measured, with the addition of four milk camp.biscuits per man each day. A few tins of butter andcondensed milk were also set apart to assist the gruel.For those unwilling or unable to follow us to theplantains we could do nothing. What might sustain asmall garrison of thirteen men for many days would notsave the lives of fifty when they were already so fargone, that only an abundance of digestive plantain flourcould possibly save them. On this morning little Saburi walked into camp quiteunconcerned, and fresh as from a happy outing. WhySaburi! where have you been ? I lost my waywhile picking berries, and I wandered about, and nearnight I came to a track, 1 saw the marks of the axes,and I said— Lo I this is our road, and I followed itthinking I was coming to camp. But, instead of that, Isaw only a big river. It was the Ihur

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