THE story of this brave and gentle hero, and of his noble toil for the sake of other men, is truly a tale of more
than ordinary wonder.
Few men's lives can better show how even the poorest and weakest can gain for themselves the power to do great
things, and to make the harder paths of life more easy for those who follow. For David Livingstone began life
in a workman's cottage, without knowledge or skill, and without money to obtain them. Yet, when
 he died, the world was so full of praise and wonder at his work that his body was brought from Africa to rest
in Westminster Abbey among the graves of his country's greatest men. He had grown to be a great pioneer, an
explorer, a scientist, a doctor, a missionary, a freer of slaves.
In thirty years he travelled 29,000 miles, through the wild and unknown parts of Africa, exploring rivers,
lakes, plains, forests, and mountains. He found out places where white settlers might make farms and
plantations in health and safety. He sought for paths and waterways by which they might bring their cotton,
grain, coffee, sugar, ivory, and skins to the seaports for sale. Among the black tribes he made many friends,
doctored their sick, and lost no chance of showing them how to do their duty to God and make better use of
But his last and greatest work was to follow up the slave-hunters, and make known in England all the brutal
 horrors of the slave-trade. This was the work that wore him to death, but his noble self-sacrifice roused his
countrymen to take possession of Central Africa and put an end to slavery. And if we look into his life, we
shall find that the power to do all this came little by little, and day by day, from one simple source,
namely, his earnest and unselfish desire to show his love for God by doing good to men. He was always trying
to help and befriend others, and this made other men befriend him and give him the means of carrying on his
Livingstone's forefathers were Scotch Highlanders, and lived in the lonely island of Ulva, till hard times
drove the family to settle in the village of Blantyre, among the Lanarkshire cotton-mills, where work was more
Here David was born in the year 1813. His father, Neil Livingstone, an honest, steady, and hard-working man,
took a great interest in all that was going on in the world. He was a great reader in
 many subjects, but was especially fond of books on missionary work. From him David inherited his Highland
pluck and hardihood, and also his thirst for every kind of knowledge.
His mother, Agnes Hunter, came of an old family which, in the days of the Covenanter persecution, had been
driven from home to the hills, and had risked torture and death rather than do what they believed to be wrong.
She gave him her gentle and kindly nature, and taught him to be neat, orderly, and exact. From her tender but
firm upbringing also, he gained the brave grip of truth, honour, and justice that makes men do and dare all
things for duty's sake.
This was his heritage from his parents, and it proved of more value to him than all the money on earth.
At the village school of Blantyre David soon learnt to read and write. So poor, however, were his parents,
that they had to take him away from his lessons at the early
 age of ten, and set him to work in a cotton-mill. Summer and winter, wet or fine, he had to appear at the
factory at six in the morning, and stay there till eight at night, with short spaces allowed him for meals.
Fourteen hours a day at the mill might well have broken his pluck and ruined his health, as, indeed, happened
to many poor children, but David was made of harder stuff. He was bent on getting knowledge by some means or
other. Very quickly he learnt to work the machine called the "spinning jenny," and was then raised to be a
spinner with a small wage.
The first half-crown of his earning he took home, and slipped it into his mother's lap. To him it was a small
fortune, and would have bought him many coveted things, but he thought of his mother's wants before his own.
Later on, as he earned more wage, he bought himself books, and these he used to fix on the "jenny," snatching
a few lines from them whenever he could spare an eye from his work. His
 hard and tiring day at the mill was long enough for any one, but in spite of this he joined night classes and
sat up reading till sometimes his mother took away his books and drove him to bed.
His holidays were spent in ranging over the countryside with his brothers and sisters, and here too nothing
escaped his keen eye and love of knowledge. Every animal, bird, insect, and plant was an interest to him, and
he studied them closely, trying to find out all he could about their forms and habits. And while he thus began
to learn the wonderful science of nature, he never dreamt that one day in the wilds of Africa he would use his
knowledge in digging roots for his supper, or in avoiding vicious beasts and poisonous snakes.
As the years went on he grew restless, and was sometimes not very happy, without quite knowing why. In reality
his mind was growing very fast, and wanted bigger and better work than watching the mill-wheels. Spinning
cotton was useful enough
 in its way, but he wanted to do for mankind something greater and more lasting than that.
His father had many books and papers on mission work in China and India, and as David read of the wonderful
beauty of these countries, and the ignorance and cruelty of their peoples, he sometimes thought he would like
to be a missionary. The idea returned to him again and again, but he kept doubting whether he was the right
person for the work. One day, however, when he was twenty years old, he happened to read a booklet that told
such sad tales about the poor of China that his mind was troubled and stirred. So heavily did the story of
human suffering and wrong weigh upon him that he began to take his country walks alone, in order to think the
matter over undisturbed. Every morning he asked himself if he could do nothing to help, and every night he
went to bed with the question still unanswered.
But at last there came an evening when
 he found an answer that made his way quite clear. He watched the sunset lights creep off the hills and clouds
and die away in the growing starlight. He heard the thrush, all grateful for the joy of life, sing out its
evensong till the calm hush of night stole over the tired world. The peace and beauty of it all seemed to make
him sadder than ever. In such a lovely world, where there was room for all, food for all, and joy enough for
all, it seemed to him so utterly strange that men could ever even want to cheat, rob, bully, and kill each
other, and grab for themselves more than they could possibly use. The depth of his own sadness made him
remember how once, in the stillness of the sunset hour, Jesus of Nazareth had wandered into an olive grove,
and there had wept in bitter grief over the troubles of men.
Then suddenly the idea flashed into his mind that at least he could try and imitate the life of Christ as far
as lay in his power. In a moment his mind was made up. He
 walked home with a brisk step and light heart, and told his parents that he was going to college at Glasgow to
learn to be a doctor; and then he would go out to the far East to help the sick, and to tell men how they
could make the world better and happier by imitating the life of Christ.
David lost no time in carrying out his plan, and at once began to put by all he could from his earnings at the
cotton-mill. Want of money was his chief difficulty. Indeed, when at last he went up to Glasgow, he and his
father walked all the way, and then had to trudge the streets till they found a lodging for David that cost no
more than two shillings a week.
It was a hard struggle for young Livingstone, but still, by spending his savings very carefully, he managed to
keep at his studies for a whole winter. Then he was forced to go back to the cotton-mills in order to save
more money to pay for another winter's training. He was a quick and thorough learner, and at once it became
 to those who taught him that he would soon be fit for the life he had chosen.
Livingstone thought a good deal about the kind of a missionary he wanted to be. His idea of true mission work
was to go among the people as a plain and simple man, trying every hour and minute of his daily life to do as
Christ had done; and in this way he hoped to win their love and respect, and to lead them towards a nobler
life of duty to God and man. At first he thought he did not need to study to be a preacher as missionaries
usually did. But wiser friends showed him that if he became a missionary he would often have to preach to the
natives, as well as live among them; and that he needed the regular course of study. So he offered himself to
the London Missionary Society. The directors of the society examined him and sent him to Ongar in Essex for a
three months' training among the other missionary students.
Here, with his usual care and
thorough-  ness, he quickly learnt all that was set before him, but there was one thing he never could master: do what he
would, he never could learn to preach. Once he was sent to a neighbouring parish with a most carefully
prepared sermon; but he could get no further than the text, and so with a hasty apology he fled from the
pulpit. Probably that was the only time in his life that he ran away from anything, but the event nearly ended
His failure in preaching vexed the soul of his pastor so much, that Livingstone was sent back to the directors
at the end of the three months with a bad report of his powers as a missionary. On the strength of this report
he was nearly sent away as useless. One of the directors, however, who was wiser than his fellows, saw that
Livingstone could both think well and do well, although he could not talk well. He accordingly took the young
student's part, and insisted that he should have a further trial at Ongar. The result of this timely
 aid was that, after three more months of study, no one doubted Livingstone's fitness, and so in the year 1840
he was formally ordained a missionary.
Meanwhile, war had broken out in China, and no one could go there in safety. This was a disappointment to
Livingstone, but while waiting for peace he would not be idle, so he went on with his medical studies at
London, and also took his degree as a physician and surgeon at Glasgow. But the war still dragged on, and
rather than waste any time, he decided to go to Africa; and accordingly, on 8th December 1840, he set sail for
that vast and unknown continent, into which he was one day to bring new light, new hope, and new freedom.