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brought to a stand-still, and literally unable to drag 

 one foot after the other. I crawled to the hut as well 

 as I could, and lying down close to the stove fell 

 asleep for an hour. I afterwards managed to reach 

 Partenkirchen, where I found, by every one telling me 

 how yellow I was, that I had the jaundice. My languor 

 of the preceding days was now explained. It was a 

 grievous thing to be confined to my bed for weeks, 

 and the mountains so near; and as day after day I 

 turned and looked at them from my pillow, their tops 

 clear and distinct against the bright blue sky, I felt 

 doubly the privations that sickness brings ; and yet 

 I was in some measure compensated for the loss, for 

 the scenes themselves were brought to my bedside, 

 "transcripts of Nature," as Constable would have 

 called them, fresh from the open air, and in which 

 tone, and forms, and colour were not copied merely, 

 but felt. I had just before made the acquaintance of 

 Mr. Charles Haag, who was staying here ; and from the 

 moment I was unable to leave my room, he brought 

 me daily his portfolio, and left with me the result 

 of each morning's or afternoon's work. Then there 

 were effects to be talked of and discussed, picturesque 

 figures to look at, new acquaintances perhaps which 

 he had made in the last walk, opinions to be inter- 

 changed as to which of the masterly sketches laid out 

 before me on my bed might best furnish subject for a 

 picture; and in this way the hours went pleasantly 

 by, and I found that I was not so greatly to be pitied 

 after all. 



