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LIVINGSTONE’S LAST EXPEDITION , 
to walk from his bed in the hut to the kitanda at the door. It was there¬ 
fore necessary, because the door was so narrow, to break down one of 
the frail walls of the hut; through the breach thus made, the bearers 
brought the litter close to the sick man’s bed, and he was carefully 
lifted upon it. 
LIVINGSTONE’S LAST JOURNEY. 
With almost incredible gentleness, when we remember that only 
love had taught them how to deal with the sick, these men, who had un¬ 
til the last few years been rude and untaught savages, lifted him from 
the kitanda into the canoe, and again into the litter when they had 
crossed the river; for the canoe was not wide enough to admit the 
kitanda with the sick man upon it. Susi hurried on ahead of the cara¬ 
van, that a hut might be built at Chitambo’s village, which was their 
present destination, by the time that his master arrived. 
The natives stood in silent wonder as he was helped from his litter 
into the hut, for his praises had reached them long ago. This was the 
‘ 4 good man,” as he was emphatically called by the tribes that knew 
