The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1872-08-18

backed by the ready purses of the whole English
nation, had failed; that the mighty English govern
ment had pronounced impossible; for simple
newspaper reporter to carry 1t out to successful
conclusion, while the government and the Royal
Geographical Society and the whole English nation
were talking about it, is 1t not worthy Of all
praise And will 1t not rank with Kane's expedi-
ton to the North Arctic regions, Bonapartes pass
age OF the Alps, Hannibal's march upon Rome,
Sherman's march to the sea
HIS BREAKFAST WITH wAsHBURNE AND TALK WITH
GENERAL SHERMAN.
The day after his arrival he was invited to break
fast by Mr.. Washburne, and found small but select
company assembled to meet and welcome him,
among whom was General Sherman. The General,
without ever suspecting that they had met before,
was delighted at the opportunity thus offered Of
talking to a man who had been the leader OF one
of the most remarkable search expeditions
ever undertaken, and they were soon
engaged in an animated conversation relating to
the interior OF Africa. Sherman was interested in
every detail given by Mr.. Stanley, followed with
breathless interest every incident and every phase
of the interesting story and became as absorbed
in this romantic history as though it had been q
new and brilliant campaign Of which he then for
the first time was learning the details. Their
heads together, leaning over the maps Stanley
pointed out to him his course from Zanzibar, ex-
planning as he went along the nature of the country
and the pecuarties OF the vegetation, the curiosi
ties Of the animal Kingdom the courses Of
the rivers, the means employed to cross
them the disposition OF the natives their
costumes, manner Of warfare types to be
seen among them, their villages. how he paid
his passage through some, fought his way through
Others stole through others again at dead Of night
like robber; how he made war on one chief with
pr.<a vA.e.l
to get around the country occupied by him, how he
came upon other tribes that were at war and was
again and again obliged to go back and 60 around
to the right and the left and wind about in all con-
ceivable directions through swamps, jungles and
marshes; the death Of the two white men
with him, his hours and days Of fever and de-
lirium, when the world seemed to whirl around
his throbbng brain as around an axis and ne
groes, Arabs, donkeys and trees and forests ap-
peared to his feverish vision jumbled, undis-
trnguishable mass of objects, without consistency
or reason; the mutiny OF some Of his men, the
treachery OF others, the long night watches, when
he could trust to nothing for his safety but his
trusty revolver, until at last after five months Of
weary marching under o tropical sun, he arrived
within sight of Ujiji worn out, broken down, dis
cOuraged, without having found the least trace Of
the man he was looking for. The sudden intelli-
gence that he was in the same village with Living
stone, the meeting and formal Introduction and
bows, the stream Of conversation, OF questions
and answers, broken by EXPLANATIONS that fol-
lowed once the flood gates were opened; the meals
taken on the veranda OF Livingstones house,
with thousands Of wondering natives gathered
around, looking on in astonshment at the second
white man they had ever beheld. All this inter
spersed personal adventure and explanations upon
the map, commentaries and questions on the part
of the keen-eyed old hero, and related by the
principal actor in it, formed story and scene
rarely equalled in interest even by the most sensa-
tional romances of Charles Readc or wilke Col
Inns Then, with SANKEY'S great maps before US,
we explored the shores of the Lake Tanganyika;
we sailed past the "NEw YORK HERALD Islets; we
assembled the famous Chambesi; settled forever the
problem of its direction; visited Lake Lincoln and
thought it was meet and just that the man who
gave his life for the freedom Of the Africans should
here in Central Africa, at the sources Of the grand
old Nile, have his memory embalmed and
his name made immortal as the old river ITSELF in
being borne by one Of the springs that supply its
waters. 1t was interesting and curious to watch
the old hero and the young in conversatiOn-the
one with his sharp, keen eye and quick, appreca-
tive mind, grasping details, foreseeing events and
often eagerly anticipating the story and hurrying
on to the point wh.re the whole interest Is con-
centrated; the other, with his dark resolute eye,
somehow reminding one of General Sheridan and
his tawny complexion and quiet voice, calmly tell
ing his story, both leaning over the map on which
Stanley had traced all his sinuous wanderings.
at is great thing" said Mr.. Washpurne. ~
only know of one other great expedition brought
to so successful termination"
"What is that?" asked Sherman.
"That is Sherman's March to the Sea-" replied
Mr.. Washburne.
"That was nothing to this" said Sherman; at
was easy in comparison to this march to the centre
OF Africa and back"
at is your modesty makes you say so, General"
remarked Stanley. "By the way, do you remember
ever meeting me beforeY"
"No," replied Sherman.
Whereupon Stanley commenced and repeated
speech of some minutes in length, q speech EVIL
IDENTITY meant for the red men, for 1t was full OF high
flown metaphors and contained references
to ''fre water" "the Great Spirit" Tour brother"
the '.pale face" "our Father in Washington and
variety of other subjects in which the Indian Is
supposed to be particularly interested.
"why, that's speech made some years ago to
the Sioux Indians while out on the Plains. Were
you thereS"
~ was there" replied Stanley, reporting it for
the HERALD and, to tell you the truth, have had
occasion to repeat your speech, almost Uerbdtina,
more than once to the negroes of Central Africa.n
''Well." said Sherman, 81 would never have
recognized you, and certainly never expected to
see in that HERALD reporter the future discoverer
Of DR.. Livingstone"
Some people nave said that General Sherman is
crazy. If he has any weakness in that way it
must be- like Motke, on the subject OF maps
A bit of paper, covered over with marks repre-
senting mountains and rivers and roads and woods,
and land and water possesses for him untold attrac-
lions. One scarcely ever meets him now without
map in his hand, and have no doubt that he
finds more pleasure In contemplating one than he
would in Rubens or Raphael. The latter are
good enough in their way, but give him for real
beauty map of the world large enough to cover
the wall of his room. AS matter of course, then,
he asked Stanley for map, and as matter of