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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, aud Muanyasere, and the 

 six men went immediately to the hut. 



"Passing inside they looked towards the bed. Dr. Living- 

 stone was not lying on it, but appeared to be engaged in 

 prayer, and they instinctively drew backwards 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 ex- 

 tinct some time, and the body was almost cold : Livingstone 

 •was dead. 



" His sad-hearted servants raised him tenderly up and laid 

 him at 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 the morning of the 1st 

 of May dawned on the scene." 



There were no parting words. There were thoughts. God 

 only knows them. Alone, on his knees, in the heart of Africa, 

 the brave, good man died. His life had been a sacrifice; his 

 death was a supplication. He did not give up his work ; he 

 resigned it to God. 



