Page 211 of 244 CHAPTER XIV. SOME NEWS OF DR. LIVINGSTONE. - Dick Sand

At the end of an hour he called his servant, Souzi, asking for some medicine, then murmuring in a feeble voice: "It is well. Now you can go."

Toward four o'clock in the morning, Souzi and five men of the escort entered the doctor's hut. David Livingstone, kneeling near his bed, his head resting on his hands, seemed to be engaged in prayer. Souzi gently touched his cheek; it was cold. David Livingstone was no more.

Nine months after, his body, carried by faithful servants at the price of unheard-of fatigues, arrived at Zanzibar. On April 12th, 1874, it was buried in Westminster Abbey, among those of her great men, whom England honors equally with her kings.

		"Quarrel not at all. No man resolved to make the most of himself can spare time for personal contention. Abraham Lincoln, in a letter to J. M. Cutts, October 26, 1863" Abraham Lincoln

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