Had I overrated the importance of the discovery?
and had I wasted some of the best years of my life to obtain a shadow?
I recalled to recollection the practical question of Commoro, the chief of Latooka, "Suppose you get to the great lake, what will you do with it?
What will be the good of it?
If you find that the large river does flow from it, what then ?" At length the happy day came when we were to quit this miserable place of Gondokoro.

The boat was ready to start, we were all on board, and Ibrahim and his people came to say good-by.

Crowds lined the cliff and the high ground by the old ruins of the mission-station to see us depart.

We pushed off from shore into the powerful current; the English flag, that had accompanied us all through our wanderings, now fluttered proudly from the masthead unsullied by defeat, and amidst the rattle of musketry we glided rapidly down the river and soon lost sight of Gondokoro.
What were our feelings at that moment?
Overflowing with gratitude to a Divine Providence that had supported us in sickness and guided us through all dangers.

There had been moments of hopelessness and despair; days of misery, when the future had appeared dark and fatal; but we had been strengthened in our weakness, and led, when apparently lost, by an unseen hand.