Two days after, the 20th of July, Mrs. Weldon and her companions met a going toward Emboma, at the mouth of the Congo. These were not slave merchants, but honest traders, who dealt in ivory. They made the welcome, and the latter part of the journey was under more agreeable conditions.  
The meeting with this caravan was really a from Heaven. Dick Sand would never have been able to the Zaire on a raft. From the Falls of Ntamo, as far as Yellala, the stream was a succession of rapids and . Stanley counted seventy-two, and no boat could undertake to pass them. It was at the mouth of the Congo that the traveler, four years later, fought the last of the thirty-two combats which he waged with the natives. Lower down, in the cataracts of Mbelo, he escaped death by a miracle.
 
On the 11th of August, Mrs. Weldon, Dick Sand, , Hercules, and Cousin Benedict arrived at Emboma. Messrs. Motta Viega and Harrison received them with generous hospitality. A steamer was about sailing for the of Panama. Mrs. Weldon and her companions took passage in it, and happily reached the American coast.
 
A sent to San Francisco informed Mr. Weldon of the unlooked-for return of his wife and his child. He had vainly searched for tidings of them at every place where he thought the "Pilgrim" might have been .
 
Finally, on the 25th of August, the of the reached the capital of California. Ah! if old Tom and his companions had only been with them!
 
What shall we say of Dick Sand and of Hercules? One became the son, the other the friend, of the family. James Weldon knew how much he owed to the young , how much to the brave black. He was happy; and it was fortunate for him that Negoro had not reached him, for he would have paid the of his wife and child with his whole fortune. He would have started for the African coast, and, once there, who can tell to what dangers, to what treachery, he would have been exposed?
 
A single word about Cousin Benedict. The very day of his arrival the savant, after having shaken hands with Mr. Weldon, shut himself up in his study and set to work, as if finishing a sentence interrupted the day before. He an enormous work on the "Hexapodes Benedictus," one of the desiderata of entomological science.
 
There, in his study, lined with insects, Cousin Benedict's first action was to find a microscope and a pair of glasses. Great heaven! What a cry of despair he uttered the first time he used them to study the single furnished by the African entomology!
 
The "Hexapodes Benedictus" was not a hexapode! It was a common spider! And if it had but six legs, instead of eight, it was simply because the two front legs were missing! And if they were missing, these two legs, it was because, in taking it, Hercules had, unfortunately, broken them off! Now, this mutilation reduced the pretended "Hexapodes Benedictus" to the condition of an , and placed it in the most ordinary class of spiders—a fact which Cousin Benedict's near-sightedness had prevented him from discovering sooner. It gave him a fit of sickness, from which, however, he happily recovered.
 
Three years after, little Jack was eight years old, and Dick Sand made him repeat his lessons, while working faithfully at his own studies. In fact, hardly was he at home when, realizing how ignorant he was, he had commenced to study with a kind of remorse—like a man who, for want of knowledge, finds himself unequal to his task.
 
"Yes," he often repeated; "if, on board of the 'Pilgrim,' I had known all that a sailor should know, what misfortunes we would have escaped!"
 
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