To have carried her would have been impossible, as we should all have sunk together through the weeds.

I laid her under a tree and bathed her head and face with water, as for the moment I thought she had fainted; but she lay perfectly insensible, as though dead, with teeth and hands firmly clinched, and her eyes open but fixed.

It was a coup de soleil--a sun-stroke.
Many of the porters had gone on ahead with the baggage, and I started off a man in haste to recall an angarep upon which to carry her and also for a bag with a change of clothes, as we had dragged her through the river.

It was in vain that I rubbed her heart and the black women rubbed her feet to restore animation.

At length the litter came, and after changing her clothes she was carried mournfully forward as a corpse.
Constantly we had to halt and support her head, as a painful rattling in the throat betokened suffocation.