hide Sorting

You can sort these results in two ways:

By entity
Chronological order for dates, alphabetical order for places and people.
By position (current method)
As the entities appear in the document.

You are currently sorting in ascending order. Sort in descending order.

hide Most Frequent Entities

The entities that appear most frequently in this document are shown below.

Entity Max. Freq Min. Freq
Henry M. Stanley 436 0 Browse Search
Henry Morton Stanley 368 2 Browse Search
Henry Stanley 281 1 Browse Search
England (United Kingdom) 224 0 Browse Search
David Livingstone 204 0 Browse Search
Kruger 109 5 Browse Search
Africa 106 0 Browse Search
Zanzibar (Tanzania) 90 0 Browse Search
Europe 84 0 Browse Search
Liverpool (United Kingdom) 80 0 Browse Search
View all entities in this document...

Browsing named entities in a specific section of Henry Morton Stanley, Dorothy Stanley, The Autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley. Search the whole document.

Found 261 total hits in 68 results.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Gustave Dore (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.19
lines, drummers, guards, executioners, and pages. The tall, clean-faced, and large-lustrous-eyed Mtesa rose, advanced, and shook hands. I was invited to be seated; and then there followed a mutual inspection. We talked about many things, principally about Europe and Heaven. The inhabitants of the latter place he was very anxious about, and was specially interested in the nature of angels. Ideas of those celestial spirits, picked up from the Bible, Paradise Lost, Michael Angelo, and Gustave Dore, enabled me to describe them in bright and warm colours. Led away by my enthusiasm, I may have exaggerated somewhat! However, I was rewarded with earnest attention, and, I do believe, implicit belief! Every day while I stayed, the barzah was kept up with ceremony. One afternoon Mtesa said, Stamlee, I want you to show my women how white men can shoot. (There were about nine hundred of them.) We adjourned the barzah, and proceeded to the lake shore. The ladies formed a crescent l
Frederick Barker (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.19
to the deck of the steam-ferry across the English Channel; fancy that you hear my plucky fisher-boys from the Medway, Francis and Edward Pocock, who, with Frederick Barker, were his only white companions in the expedition. All three did gallant work, and not one returned.--D. S. saying to the white cliffs of Dover, Good-bye, djungle. The fifth day we took the road at sunrise and travelled briskly on, myself leading the way, compass in hand, my white assistants, the brothers Pocock and Barker, with a dozen select men, as rear-guard. You may rest assured that my eyes travelled around and in front, unceasingly, in search of game. At noon, we halted at ing,--how we enjoyed it! The next day we made new oars; and, finally, after fifty-seven days absence from our camp, relieved our anxious people. But where is Barker? I asked Frank Pocock. He died twelve days ago, sir, and lies there, pointing to a new mound of earth near the landing-place. I must pass briefly over man
Huxley (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.19
ays we endured it; then the Arabs declared they could go no further. As they were obstinate in this determination, I had recourse to another arrangement. I promised them five hundred pounds if they would escort us twenty marches only. It was accepted. I proposed to strike for the river. On our way to it, we came to a village, whose sole street was adorned with one hundred and eighty-six skulls, laid in two parallel lines. The natives declared them to be the skulls of gorillas, but Professor Huxley, to whom I showed specimens, pronounced them to be human. Seventeen days from Nyangwe, we saw again the great river. Remembering the toil of the forest-march, and viewing the stately breadth and calm flow of the mighty stream, I here resolved to launch my boat for the last time. While we screwed the sections together, a small canoe, with two Bagenya fishermen, appeared in front of our camp by the river. Brothers! we hailed them, we wish to cross the river. Bring your canoes
Lawson (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.19
ed, people must needs believe that I discovered Livingstone! A little while after the burial For a full account of the funeral obsequies, see the Memoir prefacing Stanley's book, How I Found Livingstone. of Livingstone at Westminster, I strolled over to the office of the Daily telegraph, and pointed out to the proprietors how much remained shrouded in mystery in Dark Africa. The proprietor asked, But do you think you can settle all these interesting geographical problems? Nay, Mr. Lawson, that is not a fair question. I mean to say I can do my level best, that nothing on my part shall be lacking to make a systematic exploration which shall embrace all the regions containing these secrets; but Africa includes so many dangers from man, beast, and climate, that it would be the height of immeasurable conceit to say I shall be successful. My promise that I will endeavour to be even with my word, must be accepted by you as sufficient. Well, well! I will cable over to Benne
Richard F. Burton (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.19
d during a discussion as to whether Lake Victoria was one lake, as he maintained it to be; or whether, as asserted by Captain Burton, James McQueen, and other theorists, it consisted of a cluster of lakes. Lake Tanganyika, being a sweet-water lake lake would be worth some trouble. Surely, if I can resolve any of these, which such travellers as Dr. Livingstone, Captains Burton, Speke, and Grant, and Sir Samuel Baker left unsettled, people must needs believe that I discovered Livingstone! e object of so many explorers. This bold hypothesis was warmly disputed by many, principally by his fellow-explorer, Captain Burton. This led to Speke making a second expedition, with Captain Grant for a companion, during which he saw a great deal of its western, and half of its northern shores, from prominent points as he travelled overland. Captain Burton and his brother theorists declined to be satisfied; consequently, it was interesting to know, by actual survey, what was the character of
Frank Pocock (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.19
finally, after fifty-seven days absence from our camp, relieved our anxious people. But where is Barker? I asked Frank Pocock. He died twelve days ago, sir, and lies there, pointing to a new mound of earth near the landing-place. I must cent fee. Pending his definite acceptance of a proffered sum of a thousand pounds, I consulted my remaining companion, Frank Pocock. While my little ebon page Mabruki poured out the evening's coffee, I described the difficulty we were in. I said, ion were duplicated by white sand-cliffs on our right, at the entrance, capped by grassy downs. Cheered at the sight, Frank Pocock cried out, Why, here are the cliffs of Dover, and this singular expanse we shall call Stanley Pool! The stretch of ents occurred almost every day. Casualties became frequent. Twice myself and crew were precipitated down the rapids. Frank Pocock, unwarned by the almost every-day calamity, insisted that his crew should shoot the Massassa Falls. The whirlpool bel
Laus Deo (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.19
poor men and women had borne me company, and solaced me by the simple sympathy of common suffering, came hurrying across my memory; for each face before me was associated with some adventure, or some peril; reminded me of some triumph, or of some loss. What a wild, weird retrospect it was, that mind's flash over the troubled past! So like a troublous dream! And for years and years to come, in many homes in Zanzibar, there will be told the great story of our journey, and the actors in it will be heroes among their kith and kin. For me, too, they are heroes, these poor ignorant children of Africa; for, from the first deadly struggle in savage Ituru, to the last struggling rush into Embomma, they had rallied to my voice like veterans; and in the hour of need they had never failed me. And thus, aided by their willing hands and by their loyal hearts, the expedition had been successful, and the three great problems of the Dark Continent's geography had been fairly solved. Laus Deo.
Salt Sea (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.19
trated further than any man, westward and northward. Speak, Abed; tell us what you know of this river. Yes, I know all about the river. Praise be to God! In which direction does it flow, my friend? It flows north. And then? It flows north. And then? Still north. I tell you, sir, it flows north, and north, and north, and there is no end to it. I think it reaches the Salt Sea; at least, my friends say that it must. Well, point out in which direction this Salt Sea is. God only knows. What kind of a country is it to the north, along the river? Monstrous bad! There are fearfully large boa-constrictors, in the forest of Uregga, suspended by their tails, waiting to gobble up travellers and stray animals. The ants in that forest are not to be despised. You cannot travel without being covered by them, and they sting like wasps. There are leopards in countless numbers. Every native wears a leopard-skin cap. Gorillas haunt the woods in leg
Henry M. Stanley (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.19
alleled fidelity of my people to me demanded that I should return them to their homes. Accordingly, I accompanied them round the Cape of Good Hope to Zanzibar, where, in good time, we arrived, to the great joy of their friends and relatives, when father embraced son, and brother brother, and mothers their daughters, and kinsmen hailed as heroes the men who had crossed the continent. Only the inevitable limitations of space prevent a citation from the fuller account of this expedition in Stanley's book, Through the Dark Continent, of some passages illustrating the loyal and tender relations between him and his black followers. Nothing in the story exceeds in human interest the final scene, his conveying of his surviving force, from the mouth of the Congo, around the Cape, to their homes in Zanzibar, so removing their depression arising from the fear that, having found again his own people, he may leave them; their gladness at the re-assurance he gives; the arrival at Zanzibar, aft
Gordon Bennett (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.19
t I will endeavour to be even with my word, must be accepted by you as sufficient. Well, well! I will cable over to Bennett of the New York Herald, and ask if he is willing to join in this expedition of yours. Deep under the Atlantic, the question was flashed. Gordon Bennett tore open the telegram in New York City, and, after a moment's thought, snatched a blank form and wrote, Yes! Bennett. This was the answer put into my hand the same day at 135, Fleet Street. You may imagine my Bennett. This was the answer put into my hand the same day at 135, Fleet Street. You may imagine my feelings, as I read the simple monosyllable which was my commission: bales, packages, boxes, trunks, bills, letters, flowing in a continuous stream; the writing, telegraphing, and nervous hurry and flurry of each day's work, until we sailed! Followan escort. With these we travelled west from the north-west comer of Lake Victoria and discovered the giant mountain Gordon Bennett, in the country of Gambaragara, and halted near Lake Muta-Nzige. But as the Wanyoro gathered in such numbers as to m
1 2 3 4 5 6 7