Before that well-nigh hopeless journey to the coast was half over I became ill--so ill that anyone who had looked on me might well have imagined that I had come to the end of my pilgrimage.

That was what I feared.

For days I remained sunk in the deepest despondence; then, in a happy moment, I remembered how, after being bitten by the serpent, when death had seemed near and inevitable, I had madly rushed away through the forest in search of help, and wandered lost for hours in the storm and darkness, and in the end escaped death, probably by means of these frantic exertions.

The recollection served to inspire me with a new desperate courage.

Bidding good-bye to the Indian village where the fever had smitten me, I set out once more on that apparently hopeless adventure.