Guns firing in the distance; Debono’s ivory porters arriving, for whom I have waited. My men rushed madly to my boat, with the report that two white men were with them who had come from the SEA! Could they be Speke and Grant? Off I ran, and soon met them in reality. Hurrah for old England! They had come from the Victoria N’yanza, from which the Nile springs…. The mystery of ages solved! With my pleasure of meeting them is the one disappointment, that I had not met them farther on the road in my search for them; however, the satisfaction is, that my previous arrangements had been such as would have insured my finding them had they been in a fix…. My projected route would have brought me vis-a-vis with them, as they had come from the lake by the course I had proposed to take…. All my men perfectly mad with excitement. Firing salutes as usual with ball cartridge, they shot one of my donkeys–a melancholy sacrifice as an offering at the completion of this geographical discovery.