Suddenly she had awoke from her torpor, and with a heart overflowing I went to her bedside.

Her eyes were full of madness! She spoke, but the brain was gone! I will not inflict a description of the terrible trial of seven days of brain fever, with its attendant horrors.

The rain poured in torrents, and day after day we were forced to travel for want of provisions, not being able to remain in one position.

Every now and then we shot a few guinea-fowl, but rarely; there was no game, although the country was most favorable.

In the forests we procured wild honey, but the deserted villages contained no supplies, as we were on the frontier of Uganda, and M'tese's people had plundered the district.