By the candle still burning they saw him, not in bed, but kneeling at the bedside, with his head buried in his hands upon the pillow … he had passed away … But he had died in the act of prayer … commending his own spirit, with all his dear ones, as was his wont, into the hands of his Saviour; and commending AFRICA – his own dear Africa – with all her woes and sins and wrongs, to the Avenger of the oppressed and the Redeemer of the lost.

In the morning, they carried the Bwana's body to a Mupundu tree … on a large flat iron plate. They pulled out all his stomach and heart and lungs and put them in a hole in the ground near the Mupundu tree. Then they built a platform about eight feet high and put the body on that. They did not put fire under it. Then [Chief] Chitambo called all his villages to bring food and they brought a meal and goats and chickens and the Bwana's people mourned for three days. After three days, they put the body in a box that had carried guns and then they went off … to the coast.