. The lake regions of central Africa. A record of modern discovery . And evenwhen quarters have been secured for the night, andthe traveller stretches his tired limbs in his ham-mock, he is never sure that ere morning somegentleman of the road, like our friend Mirambo,whom we lately parted with, may not break throughthe palisades, with his gang of ruffians, and put allwithin to the sword. But an enemy more dire than Mirambo dogs thesteps of the explorer, or lurks in wait for him atevery turn of the path. This is disease—fever anddysentery—into whose power the traveller on Africansoil is sure t
. The lake regions of central Africa. A record of modern discovery . And evenwhen quarters have been secured for the night, andthe traveller stretches his tired limbs in his ham-mock, he is never sure that ere morning somegentleman of the road, like our friend Mirambo,whom we lately parted with, may not break throughthe palisades, with his gang of ruffians, and put allwithin to the sword. But an enemy more dire than Mirambo dogs thesteps of the explorer, or lurks in wait for him atevery turn of the path. This is disease—fever anddysentery—into whose power the traveller on Africansoil is sure to fall sooner or later, and probably manytimes on his journey, and from whose fell grip hemay count himself fortunate if he escape with hislife. Dr. Dillon, who with Lieutenants Murphy andCameron started for Tanganyika in L873, in searchof* Livingstone, gives a description of the party downwith fever at ln van vembe, which it will he ad-mitted is \i iy tragical mirth. Now, he says, for a dismal tale of woe! Onor about (none of us know the date exactly) August. FEVER AND ITS FANTASIES. 119 13th, Cameron felt seedy. I never felt better; dittoMurphy. In the evening we felt seedy. I deter-mined not to be sick. I will eat dinner ; Ill not goto bed. I did manage some dinner, but shakes enoughto bring an ordinary house down came on, and 1had to turn in. For the next four or five days ourdiet was water and milk. Not a soul to look afterus. The servants knew not what to do. We got upwhen we liked, and walked out. We knew that wefelt giddy, that our legs would not support us. Iused to pay a visit to Cameron, and he used to turnin to me, and complain. One day he said, Thefellows have regularly blocked me in. I have noroom to stir. The worst of it is, one of the legs ofthe grand piano is always on my head, and peopleare strumming away all day. Its all drawing-roomfurniture that they have blocked me in with. Iwas under the impression that my bed was on thetop of some ammunition panniers
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