He was buried on the 22nd, near a large tree on the right bank of the Shire, about five hundred yards from the lowest of the Murchison Cataracts--and close to a rivulet, at which the "Lady Nyassa" and "Pioneer" lay.
No words can convey an adequate idea of the scene of widespread desolation which the once pleasant Shire Valley now presented.

Instead of smiling villages and crowds of people coming with things for sale, scarcely a soul was to be seen; and, when by chance one lighted on a native, his frame bore the impress of hunger, and his countenance the look of a cringing broken-spiritedness.

A drought had visited the land after the slave-hunting panic swept over it.

Had it been possible to conceive the thorough depopulation which had ensued, we should have avoided coming up the river.

Large masses of the people had fled down to the Shire, only anxious to get the river between them and their enemies.
Most of the food had been left behind; and famine and starvation had cut off so many, that the remainder were too few to bury the dead.