The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-11-02
From the London Standard

From the London Standard
 A NAMELESS white man is working
 "A out lonely penanee in the wilds X of the Upper Congo, living among the natives, by whom he is regarded as a sort of demi-god. He has buried himseif in the depths of the forest and teaches the savage tribe with whom he lives all the knowledge he has of civilization.
 It is more than 90 years since he saw la man of his own color. Mr. Stewart some account of whose adventures in the jungle round that district have appeared in these columns was one of the first men to discover this recluse. and spent day with him. But though he was ready enough to talk of England the hermit steadily refused his name or any clue as to his identity.
 This man." said MT. Stewart to one of our representatives, was the most mys- terious individual 1 have ever met. We came upon him one evening after we had been walking through the forest for F hours, and were soaked to the skin by a terrible rain accompanied by thunder and lightning. The tornado lasted the whole of the afternoon, and was terrific
 in it's power Several trees were blown down, and the track we were trying to follow was buried under the water and mud that ran in deep riyulets. Our car- riers and guide were beginning to think they had lost their way, when one of them remembered that a village should be sit uated not far off. We marched in the direction in which he thought the village ought to be situated, when we saw the figure of an elderly man coming toward us. He had lived so long in the country that it was difficult at first to say whether he was a native or not; his beard was long and white and the only clothes he wore were a pair of rough, much patched trousers, which only reached his knees, and a very tattered cotton jacket. The carriers, who were in front, shouted that it was a white man, but when he came near he shouted in the language of the natives, and indeed he could speak that tongue better than Eng fish. He took us to the village we were searching for, and we then discovered that he was a sort of king among the people.
 That night we spoke to him as we sat round the campfire before the hut in which he lived. He told us that we were the first white men he had seen for many years, but would give no details as to his own life, and refused to leave the village. On the walls of his hut were pictures of the German Emperor's father and of Queen Victoria, both dirty and 'soiled. He had a gun but no ammunition; an old riclsety camp bed and sun umbrella. His life, he told us, had all been spent in Africa. and he had come upcountry many years ago, on the lookout for some treas ure which he had never found He had ceased to look for it. but we gathered that in his early days he had been en- gagged in the slave trade in the Angola district. Not far from his hut was the grave of a companion who had died in the native village they had been rescued by the natives when almost dead from exhaustion.
 This mysterious old man told the party of special commissioners, according to Mir. Stewart, that he preferred to die with the natives who had saved his life to coming back to Europe, and he had taught them some of the habits of civilization He had never seen motor car, nor did he know anything about the wars that had convulsed the world in all his years of exile. He admitted that he was go- ing through a severe self imposed pen ance, but though they offered to take him with them back to the coast or to Mon- rovia, he refused. They left him the fol- lowing morning after they had rested. and he came part of the way with them. ! Fl last s::..e they saw him he was stand ing among his black friends waving farewell to the party
 The explorers found that there were worse perils than wild animals They came across many herds of elephants, and saw crowds of hippopotami in the rivers, but among some of the tribes there were terrible diseases. Some of them were