Chap. LII. DEATH OF MR. OVERWEG. 
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a cold perspiration, and had thrown off all his cover- 
ings. He did not recognize me, and would not 
allow me or any one else to cover him. Being seized 
with a terrible fit of delirium, and muttering un- 
intelligible words, in which all the events of his life 
seemed to be confused, he jumped up repeatedly in a 
raging fit of madness, and rushed against the trees 
and into the fire, while four men were scarcely able 
to hold him. 
At length, towards morning, he became more quiet, 
and remained tranquilly on his couch ; and, not becom- 
ing aware that his strength was broken, and hoping 
that he might have passed the crisis, I thought I 
might return to the town. After asking him if he had 
any particular desire, he said that he had something 
to tell me ; but it was impossible for me to understand 
him, and I can only fancy, from what happened, that, 
being aware that death was at hand, he wanted to 
recommend his family to me. 
At an early hour on Sunday morning, Mr. Over- 
weg's chief servant came to me with the sad news 
that the state of my friend was very alarming, and 
that since I had left him he had not spoken a word, 
but was lying motionless. I mounted immediately 
on horseback ; but before I reached the place, I was 
met by a brother of Fiigo 'All, who, with tears in his 
eyes, told me that our friend was gone. With the 
dawn of day, while a few drops of rain were falling, 
after a short struggle, his soul had departed. 
In the afternoon I laid him in his grave, which 
was dug in the shade of a fine hajilij, and well 
