my great friend, the Chevalier de Wouters d'Oplinter, arrived from Tanganyika in a dying condition. I was carried to see him, and on examination found that he was suffering from an abscess in his liver.

This set me thinking; and the next day, when a little rested after the journey, on examining myself as well as I could, I found that I also was suffering from the same complaint. There was, however, nothing to be done, as we were without instruments; and even had we possessed them, there was no one near us capable of using them. Poor de Wouters died two or three days afterwards. Commandant Lothaire, whose kindness nothing could exceed, on talking over my condition with me, decided that I had better try to get down to Basoko, below Stanley Falls, where there was a doctor.