Once more the march.

Though weak and ill, and for two nights without a moment's sleep, I felt no fatigue, but mechanically followed by the side of the litter as though in a dream.
The same wild country diversified with marsh and forest! Again we halted.

The night came, and I sat by her side in a miserable hut, with the feeble lamp flickering while she lay as in death.

She had never moved a muscle since she fell.

My people slept.