The late E. J. Glane, who crossed Africa in the interest of The Century, makes the following entry in his journal:
July 9. To-day I revisited the tree where Livingstone died, and in order to guide others to the exact spot, in case this tree should disappear from any cause, I selected another big tree likely to last many years, cleared away two and a half square feet of its bark, and in the space marked as follows: "This tree is magnetic southwest of the tree where Livingstone's remains are buried, and is forty-five paces from it." I brought away a bit of the bark of the memorable tree—a dead part, so as not to be guilty of vandalism.[29]
Livingstone's grave is in a quiet nook, such as he himself desired, in the outskirts of a forest bordering on a grass plain where the roan buck and eland roam in safety. When I visited the place turtle-doves were cooing in the tree-tops, and a litter of young hyenas had been playing near by; in the low ground outside the hole leading to the cave were their recent tracks; they had scampered into safety at our approach.
Locke (John, author of the celebrated "Essay Concerning the Human Understanding"), 1632-1704. "O, the depth of the riches of the goodness and knowledge of God!"
Some authorities say his last words were, "Cease now;" to Lady Masham who was reading to him a Psalm of David.
Longfellow (Henry Wadsworth), 1807-1882. "Now I know that I must be very ill, since you have been sent for," said to his sister who came from Portland, Me.
His last written lines (nine days before his death) were:
"Out of the shadows of night,
The world rolls into light;
It is daybreak everywhere."
—The Bells of San Blas.
Louis I. (Louis le Débonnaire), 778-840. "Huz! huz!"
He turned his face to the wall and twice cried, "Huz! huz!" ("Out! out!") and then died.