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tree-roots, now tripping, again forced into a 
headlong run to end in an involuntary down- 
sitting, — at length, hot, tired, hungry, we 
reached our hut, where at this lower elevation 
the advancing day made its shelter grateful, 
“ We shall go every morning, shall we not ? 
It was like going to service to ascend to Nature's 
Temple with the sound of Dilly church-bells in 
our ears/' It was agreed that we should. 
\%th February. 
Does the malaria rise even here, to Fatunaha ? 
Or am I only paying the price of the days 
I spent with our friends at the Palazzio until 
this hut was ready ? I do not know T , but 
these many days I have been prostrate from 
repeated fever attacks, with a languor in 
the intervals which makes the lifting of a fin- 
ger or the raising of an eyelid a trouble. The 
constant doses of quinine make me so stupid 
that I cannot write without great effort. The 
rainy season is now fairly on us. To-day is the 
coldest, most blustering day I have ever ex- 
perienced in the tropics, and I can take pleasure 
in a plaid. Mosquitoes plague us terribly, but 
sometimes a gust dispels them for a little, to our 
extreme relief. I do not know what I should 
