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
Susi and Chuma went into the wood and stripped off a fresh length of
bark from an n’gombe-tree; in this the remains conveniently prepared as
to length, were placed, the whole being surrounded with calico in such a
manner as to appear like an ordinary traveling bale, which was then
deposited with the rest of the goods. They next proceeded to gather a
fagot of mapira-stalks, cutting them in lengths of six feet or so, and
swathing them round with cloth, to imitate a dead body about to be
buried. This done, a paper, folded as to represent a letter, was duly
placed in a cleft stick, according to the native letter-carrier’s
custom, and six trustworthy men were told off ostensibly to go with the
corpse to Unyanyembe. With due solemnity the men set out. The villagers
were only too thankful to see it, and no one suspected the ruse. It was
near sundown. The bearers of the package held on their way till fairly
beyond all chance of detection, and then began to dispose of their load.
The mapira-sticks were thrown, one by one, far away into the jungle, and
when all were disposed of, the wrappings were cunningly got rid of in
the same way. Going further on, first one man, and then another sprung
clear from the path into the long grass, to leave no trace of footsteps,
and the whole party returned by different ways to their companions, who
had been anxiously awaiting them during the night. No one could detect
the real nature of the ordinary-looking bale, which henceforth was
guarded with no relaxed vigilance, and eventually disclosed the bark
coffin and wrappings containing Dr. Livingstone’s body, on the arrival
at Bagamoio. And now, devoid of fear, the people of Kasekera asked them
all to come and take up their quarters in the town--a privilege which
was denied them so long as it was known that they had the remains of the
dead with them.
But a dreadful event was about to recall to their minds how many fall
victims to African disease.
Dr. Dillon now came on to Kasekera, suffering much from dysentery; a few
hours more, and he shot himself in his tent with a rifle. The malaria
imbibed during their stay at Unyanyembe laid upon him the severest form
of fever, accompanied by delirum, under which he at length succumbed in
one of its violent paroxysms. His remains are interred at Kasekera.
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