The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1875-10-11

port to You the death or your Edward Of typhoid
ever HIS service with was brief but i was long
enough for me to know the greatness Of your loss,
for l doubt that fow fathers can boast Of such sons
as yours Both Frank and Ted proved themselves
sterling men, noble and brave hearts and faith
full servants Ted had endeared himself to tho
members OF the expedition by his amiable nature,
his cheeriuness and by various qualifications which
brought him high favor with the native soldiers OF
this force. Before daybreak We we're accustomed
to hear the CHEEKY notes Of his buglc which woke
US to fresh days labors; at night around the camp
fires, charmed with his sweet simple songs,
Of which he had inexhaustible repertoire. When
tired also with marching i his task to announce
to the fatigued people the arrival OF the van
guard at camp, that he had become quite a
treasure 70 all; and must say that have never
known who could bear what your sons have borne
this expedition patiently aud uncomplanlngly.
never heard grumbe either from Frank or Ted;
have never heard them utter an ilberal remark or
express any wish that the expedition had never set
foot in Africa, as many would have done in their
situations that you may well imagine that If the loss
Of Of your grief to your patcrna heart
it has been no less a grief to u.s. as all II
were, family, surrounded as we are by so much
that is dark and forbidding.
STORY OF MS DEATH
On arriving at suna in Urni, Ted to me- after
very long march, complaining OF pain in his limbs
and oins. l did not think it was serious at all nor
anything uncommon after walking twenty miles but
told him go and lie down, that he would
the morrow, it very probably fatigue The next
morning / visited him and he again complained OF
pains in the knees and back at which ascribed it
to rheumatism aud treated him accordingly.
The third day he complained of pain in tho chest,
difficulty OF breathing and seeplessness by which
perceived that he suffering from some other ma
lady than rheumatism but what IL could be could not
divine He little feversh, so gave him mus
tard plaster and aperent medicine. Toward
night he began to wander in his head and examn-
ing his tongue found it almost black, and coated with
dark gray fur At these symptoms ! thought
that he had a severe attack of remittent fever,
from which | suffered in Ujiji in 1871, and,
therefore, | watched for an opportunity to ad-
minister qunine-that is when the fever would abate
little But the fourth day, the patient still wand
erng in his mind suggested to Frank that he should
sponge him with cold water and change his clothing,
during which operation noticed that the chest of the
patient covered with spots like pimples small
pox pustues, which perplexed me greatly He
could not have caught the smallpox, and what
the disease ! could not imagine; but, turn
ming my medical books, saw that your sur
fering from typhoid, the description Of which
clear to be longer mistaken, and both Frank and de-
voted our attention TO him. He nourshed with
arrowroot and brandy and everything that was in our
power to do done but it very evident that the
serious though hoped that his constitution.
would brave it out
On the fifth day compelled to resume
Journey after a rest of four days. Ted put in
hammock and carried the shoulders of four mon At
ten O'Clock the II of January halted Chwyn,
and the minute that he laid down in the camp he
breathed his last Our companion dead.
THE BODY LAID TO REST.
We buried him that night under tree, which HE
brother Frank had cut deep cross and read the beau
tifu service of the Church of England over him
laid tho poor WORKOUT body in its final resting place
| Peace be to his ashesi Poor Ted deserved a better
fate than dying in Africa but impossible that ho
could have died easier wish that my end may be as
| peaceful and painless his. He saved
| the stormy scenes we went through shortly
after in our war with the waturu and
who knows how much he has been saved fromH
But l know that he would have reoicea to be-
with us at this hour of triumph, gazing on the
laughing waters of the fountain of old Nile. None
of us would have been elated at the prospects
before than he for he true sailor and loved tho
sight Of Yet again say peace be to his ashes;
be consoed for Frank still lives and from present ap
pearance is likely to home you with honor and
glory such he and you may we'll be proud Believe
me- dear Sir with true sincerity, your well wlsher
HENRY NJ STANLEY.