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very ill, but fearing that the Lofuko might flood, I resolved 

 to cross it. Cold up to the Avaist, which made me worse, 

 but I went on for 2^ hours E. 



3rd January. — I marched one hour, but found I was too 

 ill to go further. Moving is always good in fever ; now 

 I had a pain in the chest, and rust of iron sputa: my 

 lungs, my strongest part, were thus affected. We crossed 

 a rill and built sheds, but I lost count of the days of the 

 week and month after this. Very ill all over. 



About 1th January. — Cannot walk : Pneumonia of right 

 lung, and I cough all day and all night : sputa rust of iron 

 and bloody : distressing weakness. Ideas flow through the 

 mind with great rapidity and vividness, in groups of twos 

 and threes : if I look at any piece of wood, the bark seems 

 covered over with figures and faces of men, and they remain, 

 though I look away and turn to the same spot again. I saw 

 myself lying dead in the way to Ujiji, and all the letters 

 I expected there useless. When I think of my children 

 and friends, the lines ring through my head perpetually : 



" I shall look into your faces, 

 And listen to what you say, 

 And be often very near you 

 When you think I'm far away." 



Mohamad Bogharib came up, and I have got a cupper, 

 who cupped my chest. 



8th and 9th January. — -Mohamad Bogharib offered to 

 carry me. I am so weak I can scarcely speak. We are 

 in Marungu proper now — a pretty but steeply-undulating 

 country. This is the first time in my life I have been 

 carried in illness, but I cannot raise myself to the sitting 

 posture. No food except a little gruel. Great distress in 

 coughing all night long ; feet swelled and sore. I am carried 

 four hours each day on a kitanda or frame, like a cot ; 

 carried eight hours one day. Then sleep in a deep ravine. 

 Next day six hours, over volcanic tufa; very rough. We 



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