I was alone, and no sound broke the stillness of the night.

The ears ached at the utter silence, till the sudden wild cry of a hyena made me shudder as the horrible thought rushed through my brain that, should she be buried in this lonely spot, the hyena--would disturb her rest.
The morning was not far distant; it was past four o'clock.

I had passed the night in replacing wet cloths upon her head and moistening her lips, as she lay apparently lifeless on her litter.

I could do nothing more; in solitude and abject misery in that dark hour, in a country of savage heathen, thousands of miles away from a Christian land, I beseeched an aid above all human, trusting alone to Him.
The morning broke; my lamp had just burned out, and cramped with the night's watching I rose from my low seat and seeing that she lay in the same unaltered state I went to the door of the hut to breathe one gasp of the fresh morning air.

I was watching the first red streak that heralded the rising sun, when I was startled by the words, "Thank God," faintly uttered behind me.