I38 THROUGH GASA LAND. 



idea that the cold, dank earth should lie upon his 

 form was repulsive to me, so many a stratum of these 

 beauteous ornaments of the world were gently laid 

 over the body, till a foot or more in depth they 

 rested upon it. Now followed the mould till the 

 grave was covered in, and the last connecting link 

 with his race severed. That no wild beast or 

 savage human should disturb my companion's last 

 resting-place, my attendants and self built a cairn 

 over the grave, many of the rocks composing it 

 weighing a hundred or more pounds. Possibly 

 before the date on which this is written, some 

 stealthy hunter or half starved seeker for gold has 

 viewed this pile of stones obviously placed together 

 by man's hands — with what object, or for what inten- 

 tion ? well may he ask himself. Alas ! there will be 

 no friend near to tell that it is the last resting-place 

 of the mortal remains of one of the noblest-hearted 

 gentlemen that ever lived. 



We are all changed. God judges for us best. 

 God help us do our duty and not shrink, 

 And trust in heaven humbly for the rest. 



I felt now that I had done my duty, whatever 

 my readers may say of the disposal that I have made 

 of several pages in narrating a scene of life, or a 

 termination to it, in which all will have some day to 

 play a principal part. But I believe it has a whole- 

 some and beneficial effect occasionally to look on 

 death, as it certainly has now and then to visit a 



