Section 150. MR. STANLEY’S LETTER (continued). II.
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Dear Sirs,
Though[1] strangers, I feel we shall be great friends, and[2] I shall always remember my feelings of gratefulness, when I first caught sight of your supplies, and my poor, faithful, and brave people cried out: “Master, we are saved!—food[3] is coming!” The old and the young—the men, the women, and the children—lifted their wearied and worn-out[4] frames[5], and began to chant lustily an[6] extemporaneous song, in[7] honour of the white people by (an) the great salt sea (the (S. 53, N. 9) Atlantic) who had listened to their prayers. I had[8] to rush to my tent to hide the tears that would issue[9], despite all my attempts to composure[10].
Gentlemen, that the blessing of God may attend your footsteps whithersoever[11] you go, is the very earnest[12] prayer of
Yours faithfully,
H. M. Stanley,
Commanding the Anglo-American Expedition.—
H. M. Stanley, “Through the Dark Continent.”