And there was also a class of persons who associated together, professing great friendship for the persecuted husband, and often drew him into their company, pretending to defend his cause while they were undoubtedly plotting his destruction.
One day, after Furr had been drinking rather freely with his pretended friends, he was taken so violently ill, that a physician was immediately called.

I was with him when the doctor arrived.

He gazed upon the suffering man with an angry expression, and inquired in a tone of command, "Daniel, what have you been doing ?" In vain the poor creature begged for relief, the doctor merely repeating his question.

After looking at him for some time, he finally administered a potion and hastily left the room, saying as he did so, "that Furr was as sure to die as though his head had been cut off." And so it proved, though not so speedily as the medical man had predicted; nor did he ever visit him again, notwithstanding he lingered for several days in the most intense agony.

It was a strong man grappling with disease and death, and the strife was a fearful one.