The world rung with speculations concerning his fate.

Stanley, commissioned to solve the mystery, by the same America journalist who sent DeLong into the Arctic, had cut his path through the savages and the jungle, until at the door of a hut in a clearing, he saw a white man who could be none but him whom he sought, for in all that dark and gloomy forest there was none other of white skin.
Then Anglo-Saxon stolidity asserted itself.

Men of Latin race would have rushed into each others' arms with loud rejoicings.

Not so these twain.
"Dr.Livingston, I believe," said the newcomer, with the air of greeting an acquaintance on Fifth Avenue.

"I am Mr.Stanley." "I am glad to see you," was the response, and it might have taken place in a drawing-room for all the emotion shown by either man.
[Illustration: AN ESQUIMAU] That was a dramatic meeting in the tropical jungles, but history will not give second place to the encounter of the advance guard of the Greely relief expedition with the men they sought.