This was written on his last birthday.—ED.
 Dr. Livingstone’s object was to keep the land party marching parallel to him whilst he kept nearer to the Lake in a canoe.—ED.
 He leaves room for a name which perhaps in his exhausted state he forgot to ascertain.
Dr. Livingstone rapidly sinking. Last entries in his diary. Susi and Chumah’s additional details. Great agony in his last illness. Carried across rivers and through flood. Inquiries for the Hill of the Four Rivers. Kalunganjovu’s kindness. Crosses the Mohlamo into the district of Ilala in great pain. Arrives at Chitambo’s village. Chitambo comes to visit the dying traveller. The last night. Livingstone expires in the act of praying. The account of what the men saw. Remarks on his death. Council of the men. Leaders selected. The chief discovers that his guest is dead. Noble conduct of Chitambo. A separate village built by the men wherein to prepare the body for transport. The preparation of the corpse. Honour shown by the natives to Dr. Livingstone. Additional remarks on the cause of death. Interment of the heart at Chitambo’s in Ilala of the Wabisa. An inscription and memorial sign-posts left to denote spot.
[We have now arrived at the last words written in Dr. Livingstone’s diary: a copy of the two pages in his pocket-book which contains them is, by the help of photography, set before the reader. It is evident that he was unable to do more than make the shortest memoranda, and to mark on the map which he was making the streams which enter the Lake as he crossed them. From the 22nd to the 27th April he had not strength to write down anything but the several dates. Fortunately Susi and Chumah give a very clear and circumstantial account of every incident which occurred on these days, and we shall therefore add what they say, after each of the Doctor’s entries. He writes:—]
21st April, 1873.—Tried to ride, but was forced to lie down, and they carried me back to vil. exhausted.
[The men explain this entry thus:—This morning the Doctor tried if he were strong enough to ride on the donkey, but he had only gone a short distance when he fell to the ground utterly exhausted and faint. Susi immediately undid his belt and pistol, and picked up his cap which had dropped off, while Chumah threw down his gun and ran to stop the men on ahead. When he got back the Doctor said, “Chumah, I have lost so much blood, there is no more strength left in my legs: you must carry me.” He was then assisted gently to his shoulders, and, holding the man’s head to steady himself, was borne back to the village and placed in the hut he had so recently left. It was necessary to let the Chief Muanazawamba know what had happened, and for this purpose Dr. Livingstone despatched a messenger. He was directed to ask him to supply a guide for the next day, as he trusted then to have recovered so far as to be able to march: the answer was, “Stay as long as you wish, and when you want guides to Kalunganjovu’s you shall have them.”]