Stanley's Story; Or, Through the Wilds of Africa: A Thrilling Narrative of His Remarkable Adventures, Terrible Experiences, Wonderful Discoveries and Amazing Achievements in the Dark ContinentFeather, A. G., Col.
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Stanley's Story; Or, Through the Wilds of Africa: A Thrilling Narrative of His Remarkable Adventures, Terrible Experiences, Wonderful Discoveries and Amazing Achievements in the Dark Continent
Feather, A. G., Col.
Africa, Central -- Description and travel; Livingstone, David, 1813-1873; Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton), 1841-1904
It was about an hour later that Susi heard Majwara again outside the
door, “Bwana wants you, Susi.” The Doctor wished him to boil some water,
and for this purpose he went to the fire outside, and soon returned with
the copper kettle full. Calling him close, he asked him to bring his
medicine-chest, and to hold the candle near him, for the man noticed he
could hardly see. With great difficulty the Doctor selected the calomel,
which he told him to place by his side; then, directing him to pour a
little water into a cup, and to put another empty one by it, he said, in
a low, feeble voice, “All right; you can go out now.” These were the
last words he was ever heard to speak.
It must have been about 4 A.M. when Susi heard Majwara’s step once more.
“Come to Bwana; I am afraid; I don’t know if he is alive.” The lad’s
evident alarm made Susi run to arouse Chuma, Chowpere, Matthew, and
Muanuasere, and the six men went immediately to the hut.
Passing inside, they looked toward the bed. Dr. Livingstone was not
lying on it, but appeared to be engaged in prayer, and they
instinctively drew backward for the instant. Pointing to him, Majwara
said, “When I lay down he was just as he is now, and it is because I
find that he does not move that I fear he is dead.” They asked the lad
how long he had slept? Majwara said he could not tell, but he was sure
that it was some considerable time; the men drew nearer.
A candle, stuck by its own wax to the top of the box, shed a light
sufficient for them to see his form. Dr. Livingstone was kneeling by the
side of his bed, his body stretched forward, his head buried in his
hands upon the pillow. For a minute they watched him; he did not stir,
there was no sign of breathing; then one of them, Matthew, advanced
softly to him, and placed his hands to his cheeks. It was sufficient;
life had been extinct some time, and the body was almost cold;
_Livingstone was dead_.
His sad-hearted servants raised him tenderly up, and laid him full
length on the bed; then, carefully covering him, they went out into the
damp night air to consult together. It was not long before the cocks
crew; and it is from this circumstance--coupled with the fact that Susi
spoke to him some time shortly before midnight--that we are able to
state with tolerable accuracy that he expired early on the 1st of May.
It has been thought best to give the narrative of these closing hours as
nearly as possible in the words of the two men who attended him
constantly, both here and in the many illnesses of like character which
he endured in his last six years’ wanderings; in fact, from the first
moment of the news arriving in England, it was felt to be indispensable
that they should come home to state what occurred.
The men have much to consider as they cower around the watch-fire, and
little time for deliberation. They are at their farthest point from
home, and their leader has fallen at their head; we shall see presently
how they faced their difficulties.
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