The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1872-07-27

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neck where your neck ought to be broken I?
THE CALL OF SCIENCE AND CORRESPONDING
LIGHT.
This makes me turn back to the watershed,
as promised 1t is broad belt of tree-cov-
cred upland, some seven hundred miles in
length from west to east. The general alti-
tude Is between four thousand and five thou
sand feet above the sea, and mountains stand
on it at various points which are between six
thousand and seven thousand feet above the
ocean level On this watershed springs arise
which are well nigh innumerable; that is, it
would take half a mans life to count them.
These springs join each other and form brooks,
which again converge and become rivers, or
say streams of twenty, forty or eighty yards,
that never dry. All flow towards the centre of
On immense valley which believe to be the
Valley Of the Nile. In this trough we have at
first three large rivers; then all unite into one
enormous lacustrine river, the central line Of
drainage, which namo Webb's Lualaba In
this great valley there are five great lakes.
One near the upper end is called Lake Bemba,
or, more properly, Bangweolo, but it is not
source of the Nile. for no large river begins in
lake. 1t is supplied by river called Cham
bezi, and several others which may be con-
sidered sources, and out of it flows the larger
river, Luapula, which enters Lake Moera
and comes out as the great lake river, Lula
laba, to form Lake Komolondo. West of
Komolondo, but still in the great valley, lies
Lake Lincoln, which name as my tribute Of
love to the great and good man America
enjoyed for some time and lost.
One Of the three great rivers
mentioned, Bartle Frere's or Lufra, falls into
Komolondo, and Lake Lincoln becomes q la
custrine river and it too joins the central line of
drainage, but lower down, and oil these united
form the fifth lake, which the slaves, sent
to me instead Of men, forced me, to my great
grief, to leave as the Unknown Lake. By
my reckoning, the chronometers being all
dead, it is five degrees Of longitude west of
Spoke position OF Ujiji. This makes 1t proba.
BILE that the great lacustrine river in the valley
is the western branch of Petherick's Nile, the
Bahar Ghazal, and not tho eastern branch,
which Spoke, Grant, and Baker believed to be
the river of Egypt If correct this would
make 1t the Nile, only, after all, the
Bahar Ghazal enters the eastern arm.
ONWARD AND UPWARD.
But though I found watershed between ten
degrees and twelve degrees south-that is q
long way further up the valley than any one
had dreamed-and saw the streams of some
six hundred miles of it converging into the
centre of the great valley, no one knew
where II went after that departure of Lake
Moera Some conjectured that 1t went into
Tanganyika but saw that to do so it must
run up hill Others imagined that it
might Aow into tho Atlantic. It was
to And out where It actually did
go that took me into Manyema.
PERSONAL CONVICTION. BUT DIFFICULTIES OF
PROOF.
could get no information from traders
outside; and no light could be obtained from
the Manyema within. They never travel,
and it was so of old. They consist of petty
headmanships. and each hugs his grievance
from some old feud and Is worse than our
old Highland ancestors. Every head man
of o hamlet would like to see every other
ruling blockhead slain but all were kind to
strangers and, though terrible fellows among
themselves, with their large spears and huge
wooden shields, they were never known to
injure foreigners till slaves tried the effects of
gun shotsupon them and captured their women
and children.
As could get no geographical information
from them, I had to feel my way and grope in
the interminable forests and prairies and
three times took the wrong direction, going
northerly not knowing that the great river
makes immense sweeps to the west and south
west I felt as il were running my head
against stone wall 1t might, after all. turn
out to be the Congo, and who would risk being
eaten and converted into black man for it,
''srucx TO IT LIKE BRrrox'' AND rRruspHED
had serious doubts, but stuck to it like
Britop, and at last found that the mighty
river left its washing and flowed right away TO