FROM 
MRS. PETHERICK’S NOTE-BOOK. 
January 22nd . — Starting as usual at an early hour, a lovely 
undulating country vras entered. Charming views presented them- 
selves. Many villages were passed, and the inhabitants appeared 
friendly. The heat was intense ; our spirits were somewhat de- 
pressed in consequence of the sleepless anxious nights we had 
spent, consequently the march was fatiguing; for some time no 
words had been spoken. In advance a few paces of Petherick, I 
was sleepily sitting in the saddle, when he startled me, crying. 
Make haste to the tree on your left ! Whilst making for the 
spot indicated, I turned my head to look at him, a strange tone in 
his voice causing me uneasiness, when to my dismay I saw him 
reeling to and fro on the donkey. Jumping from my horse and 
running to him, I, aided by our water-bearer, somcAvhat broke his 
otherwise heavy fall to the ground. We dragged him to the tree 
before-named, the shadow of which was welcome. Supporting his 
head as he lay extended on the ground, I heard our fast- arriving 
attendants cry, He is dead ! Passionately appealing to those 
who only looked on, I induced them to empty a skin of water over 
his head, and to lave his hands with the same. The Doctor was 
