On the 27th April he wrote the last entry in his diary, viz.,
"Knocked up quite, and remain--recover--sent to buy milch cows. We are
on the banks of the Molilamo." When on the 1st May his followers
went into the hut they found the great explorer kneeling by his
bedside--dead.
Great was their grief and great was the sorrow of all in this country
when the news reached Britain of his decease.
But the little factory boy had done such a great work that no place
was good enough for his remains but Westminster Abbey.
FROM FARM LAD TO MERCHANT PRINCE.
THE STORY OF GEORGE MOORE.
George Moore was born in Cumberland in 1807. His father was a small
farmer. He had the misfortune to lose his mother when he was six years
old; but his father was a good and pious man, whose example had a
great effect upon him.
The lad was shrewd and earnest, and showed a power of thinking and
acting for himself.
At one time he worked for his brother in return for his board and
lodging; but wishing to make some money for himself he asked the
neighbouring farmers to give him some extra work to do, for which he
got wages.
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