Few hands, in fact or fiction, I thought, had played more stirring parts in the conflict of life than that I then grasped for the last time. In the extreme weakness of Umhlopekazi I had no intention of touching it, but was contenting myself with waving a farewell. The pathos of the last glimpse of that historic right arm was intense. I grasped the hand, hardly as tenderly as I might have done, it gave him a twitch of pain, yet the interpreter assured me his goodbye was most affectionate. And this is where the confusion arises concerning his final resting place.
Nobody seems to know.
I have not been able to pin down a source for the 1896 removals. Other graves lie untended nearby. Certainly they fear during the dark hours to pass the place where the hero is buried. Thanks for putting it on your website. In reality a Swazi called M'hlopekazi, the article suggested his bones lay under the playing fields of Clarendon Primary School.