pain in the intestines. Hanging his deer up in a tree as 

 well as he could, he built a fresh fire and tried to warm 

 his body and dispel the chill which at last gave way to a 

 fever. and a splitting headache. The morning passed, 

 noon came, and night, and there he lay. On the morning 

 of the second day, prone upon the ground, with the red 

 squirrels busy about him gathering their winter stores, 

 the poor boy lay. Here, sick, far from home, from 

 kindred, from a mother's tender care, from a doctor's 

 aid, he was found by a party of lumbermen, who carried 

 him to their camp and nursed and fed him as well as they 

 could for six days. Then as the winter was fast closing 

 in they sent a man out of the woods with him to the 

 "Carry," and here I saw him. His attendant asked me 

 if I would look after him as far as I went. I told him 

 nothing could give me more pleasure than to do so. 



When the steamboat arrived I took him aboard, got 

 a sofa for him to lie upon, and then looked m}' medicine 

 chest over. Picking out some tablets, which had a very 

 little morphia in them, I gave him one of these every 

 three hours, and made him drink hot milk with some 

 cayenne pepper in it. 



We reached Greenville very late at night, leaving at 



six the next morning and arrived at Bangor about noon, 



which place we left sometime in the early afternoon . At 



these places and wherever and whenever I could get the 



hot milk I made the poor boy drink it. At Portland, I 



had a doctor examine him who said that the boy was 



certainly in the early stages of typhoid fever and that he 



also had intestinal catarrh, caused by the eating of the 



venison before it had parted with its animal heat. The 



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