were keeping up upon the sands I could see plainly a good-
sized steam launch riding upon the waves.
Two men put off in a small boat. How strange a meeting!
In black midnight, with its darkness made more apparent
through our rude grass fire, I as in a happy dream suddenly
clasped the hands of white brothers as they stepped upon
the shores of Livingstonia Bay! Both were thunderstruck
at finding me, and many were the questions they asked as
to where I had come from, where was my party (!), and what
I was trying to do.
MIDNIGHT RESCUE ON THE LAKE.
