2 Carlyle used to say that the Germans were a philosophical people, but I have not found them so. They are just as excitable and emotional as the French. In the matter of Emuin for instance, what was their cry to Emuin, or he to them before he was brought out of Negro-land by us. Emuin was English in sentiment, though the nature of Emuin was essentially German. It was English service he aspired for whatever he may be now. Their letters to the British Foreign Office prove it. But what business was it of mine one way or the other. I did not proceed to assist a German, or Englishman, but an ideal Governor who had fixed himself in my imagination as a man eminently worthy of assistance. He was a Lieutennant of Gordon's, had been sent far into Equatoria, was conceived as I thought by the Mahdis, and I hoped that a little common sense would enable him to hold out until the effect of further light upon his expedition position would be a more general desire to assist him.

You recollect I dare say what silly opinions there were about Livingstone. It was my joy on returning from here to give the reading public another view of him – as a man, a Christian, and a man. Why should I not do the same for Emuin. Starting as I did with a preconceived liking & favor, simply because Emuin would not permit me. He contrived in the most extraordinary way to give an obliquity to my regard for him. There are some things about him which are as much a mystery to me as ever. Having warned him of our coming I do not understand why he should not have advised me how further to settle on the lake to tell the natives he expected us. The same day he wrote to me so confidently, March 25th 1888. he writes to Peterman yesterday does not come soon, we are lost! When I met him six weeks later – he tells me nothing of all this. Then I part from him to build up the rear-column – I am in perfect ignorance of his true position, and a little frankness might have assisted much. When I return to him six months later he is a prisoner. If I could find any part in me, that was used in any way, shake, or form. I would punish it severely. I must be someone could point out. I must never be content to be lost in perplexity. I was with him 25 days on my first visit – and my diary is full of pleasures – pleasant chats by the lake shore, of pleasant retrospects. A good deal of letter writing passes between us & every pleasure. Whatever opinions we take only serve to make the pleasure in each other society keener, and a hearty laugh with the discussion. Nevertheless, a few things create a suspicion in me that there is something very odd about Emuin, but what it is remains among the unrevealed things until my return with the