Should it not be so, should the worst come to the worst, it will be a consolation to you to know that I have not forgotten the little sister of whom you have spoken to me so often, and that in case of your death she will be provided for." An hour later Mr.Goodenough was in a state of delirium, in which he remained all night, falling towards morning into a dull coma, gradually breathing his last, without any return of sensibility, at eight in the morning.
Frank was utterly prostrated with grief, from which he roused himself to send to the king to ask permission to bury his friend.
The king sent down to say how grieved he was to hear of the white man's death.

He had ordered many of his warriors to attend his funeral.

Frank had a grave dug on a rising spot of ground beyond the marsh.

In the evening a great number of the warriors gathered round the house, and upon the shoulders of four of them Mr.Goodenough was conveyed to his last resting place, Frank and the German missionaries following with a great crowd of warriors.

The missionaries read the service over the grave, and Frank returned heart broken to his house, with Ostik, who also felt terribly the loss of his master.
Two days later a wooden cross was erected over the grave.