Morning journal and courier., 1890-03-11
A Speech by Stanley.

Speech by Stanley.
 At an entertainment given in his honor ct Zanzibar last December, on board tho Britt ish msn-of-war Turquoise, Henry N. Stanley spoke as follows:
 "I have been thinking as sat at the table this evening of what was taking place at this very time year ago. We were all in the woods, and about four miles from river which knew existed there, and I was doing my best to cheer our people on by telling them that it was there, that the sun told me so. and the fort was not far from 1t. I sent party of one hundred and fifty to search Tor food, of which we had very little. We had then sixty-six in the camp unable to move, 30 I selected ten of the remaining healthy men to form garrison in charge of MT. Bonny, and started the others out fora. ging. On the second, third and fourth days we found work to interest us. A woman was brought in, prisoner and 6 mana lit- tie pot-bellied dwarf of fellow-and from ,ntormation % received knew for certain our locality. When tho days numbered five, six, seven and still no news of the foraging party, we were in such straits that the least crumb that falls from this table would have been eagerly fought for. On the evening of the seventh day parted with the last bit of food to MT. Bonny and said: This you will serve out with the utmost economy until I l return, which will be in ten days at the most. If am not here in that time then you will know that your and my last hour l has come. The food must be given to the ter men only, az they axe necessary to form the nucleus of the expedition. For those | sixty-sfx men who are sick and dying have nothing, and can do nothing. You must look upon them ss dead, for they are practi cally dead. will push on, and if the fora- ging party are safe may return with food l for the sick, and we may win victory yet When the morning of the eighth day came I said, They cannot be far of; I'll find them l and bring them in. Meanwhile our fate is in 1 the hands of God.'
 "We set off in search of them, leaving Mir. Bonny in charge. On our way we passed the dead bodies of ffty-six of our men, bleated ! and distended, in the sun. This was the first pushed on that day and at night rested in the jungle. The camp was in silent despair and no one could suggest hope. But at ear- ly dawn we were startled by the sound of the foraging party advancing towards us, and they were bearing in their arms punches of
 bananas and plantains. You should have
 heard the jnbilant shout that went up, and
 men were reprieved. That is just year l ago. the 9th, 10th, 11th, 18th, 18th and 14th
 of December; and you people were feasting
 and drinking as you are tonight, little
 thinking of the sore plight of your friends | in the heart of Africa.
 'I will tell you another story. I know
 that deep down in the heart of man-no
 matter what he may pretend-there is the
 conviction that there are things more won-
 derful and great than are dreamed of in
 mans philosophy. It was lunch time. MT.
 Stairs was with me and large number of
 our pinched and suffering followers. We
 looked across that dark river to the forest
 beyond and wondered whence help could | come. l sat near the river endeavorlng to
 cheer the men, and had said to one of my
 officers, sMoses brought water out of the rock at Horeb; Elisha was fed by ravens at
 the Brook Cherith; the ohildrsn of Israel | were fed with mama in the wilderness; and
 even go God will minister to us.' Almost at
 that instant there was the sound of wind, ],
 the whirr of wings, and fine. fat guinea fowl fell near my feet and was promptly
 seized by my little terrier Vic. That was 8
 happy incident, inspiring us with new hope.
 l remember on the 17th of August, 1888,
 news reached me through MT. Bonny that
 Major Barttelot, commanding the rear col
 umn, had been killed. We sat discussing
 what we should do and endeavoring to calm
 the fears of our followers. As to MT. Jeph-
 son and his three hundred Zanzibaris, we
 were confused and perplexed, both Stairs
 and myself wondering where the column had
 got to. We decided, however, to push ou
 and hope for the best, and for the help from
 Tippu Tib which we were expecting. Now on that very day MT. Jameson died. He hai travelled five hundred miles in canoe, ani
 at Bangala he breathed his last from jaun
 dice and fever. Poor Stairs there was sit ting beside me, wounded and sick, and man! of our followers were in bad way. w pushed on and arrived at Banalya, where saw the sad relics which speak of disaster , and death. On the day following MT. Jeph ? son walked into the arms of the rebels. Af ter so many misfortunes. so many perils. ev erything seemingly against us, and no hop'
 possible from any quarter, here we are saf'
 once more, and on the east side of 'the Darb Continent What can be more wonderful
 than thisa sometimes feel angry with my
 self that am unable to find words to ex. press all that is in my mind, but at least you , will have learned from what I have ssii , something of the dangers and perils througt which we have been safely brought"