The autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley, G.C.B.Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
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The autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley, G.C.B.
Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
Africa, Central -- Biography; Explorers -- Africa -- Biography; Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton), 1841-1904
Who can describe that sadness? Anguish racked me, and a keen sense of
woe and utter beggary so whelmed the mind that my ears became dead to
words, my eyes blind to all colours, save that which sympathised with
the gloom within. No gold or silver had I, nor land, nor any right even
to such small share as might be measured for my grave; but my memory was
rich with pleasant thoughts, stored with scenic beauties. Oh! place me
on the summit of the Craig again, and let me sit in peace, and my happy
thoughts will fly out, one by one, and bring the smile to my face, and
make me proof against the misery of orphanage and the wintry cold of the
world; there my treasures, which to me were all-sufficing, wearied me
not with their weight or keeping, were of no bulk to kindle
covetousness, or strike the spark of envy, and were close-hidden within
the soul. Often as I have left English shores since, the terrible
dejection of spirit of that day has ever recurred to my mind.
When about half-way across the Dee estuary, I was astonished at seeing
many great and grand ships sailing, under towers of bellying canvas,
over the far-reaching sea, towards some world not our own. Not long
after there appeared on the horizon clouds of smoke, out of which,
presently, wound a large city. There I saw distinctly masses of houses,
immensely tall chimneys, towers, lengths of walls, and groves of
ship’s-masts.
My rustic intelligence was diverted by the attempt to comprehend what
this sight could mean. Was this Liverpool, this monstrous aggregation of
buildings, and gloomy home of ships? Before I could answer the question
satisfactorily, Liverpool was all around me: it had grown, unperceived
by me, into a land covered by numberless structures of surpassing
vastness and height, and spread on either side of our course. We sped
along a huge sea-wall, which raised its grim front as high as a castle,
and before us was a mighty river; on either side there was an
immeasurable length of shore, crowded with houses of all sorts; and when
I looked astern, the two lines with their wonders of buildings ran far
out towards the sea, whence we had so swiftly come.
Before my distracted mind could arrange the multitude of impressions
which were thronging on me, my aunt, who had sat through all unmoved and
silent, touched me on the shoulder and bade me follow her ashore.
Mechanically, I obeyed, and stepped out on a floating stage which was
sufficiently spacious to accommodate a whole town-full of people; and,
walking over an iron bridge, we gained the top of the colossal wall,
among such a number of human beings that I became speechless with fear
and amazement.
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