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GIHON. Now for the Nile we journeyed, gaining first The town of Gondokoro, where the stream Of Bahr el Abiad, or White Nile, flows. Thence we passed on, and with the savage kings Of Karagwe, Uganda and Ungoro, stopped, To rest our weary feet, or in their huts Escape the sun's fierce glare. At last we found The sources of the Nile; two lakes that now Are called Nyanza and Nzige. If here I had but paused, and had retraced my steps, The whole world would have known and praised my name, For I was first to find the secret out. But then I cared not for it, journeying on. After a week, we came upon a land All void, and barren of a single leaf. Veera was pale and worn, although she bore Fatigue with generous patience for my sake. Our feet were swollen, and with the hot sand scorched, Our garments were in tatters, and we seemed Like beggars, in a land where there were none to give. At night we slept beside a wide, cool stream, Whereat we quenched our thirst, and bathed our feet. My beard was grown, and all my hair hung down