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sciiubert’s illness. 
as often and as long as my strength allowed me; and 
to-day I have my victory. The Society for Preventing 
Cruelty to Animals would have put me in custody, if 
they had been near enough; but, thanks to a merciless 
whip freely administered, I have been dashing along 
twelve miles in the last hour, and am back again; 
harness, sledge, and bones all unbroken. I am ready 
for another journey. 
“April 22, Saturday.—Schubert has increasing symp¬ 
toms of erysipelas around his amputated stump; and 
every one on board is depressed and silent except 
himself. He is singing in his bunk, as joyously as 
ever, c Aux gens atrabilaires,’ &c. Poor fellow! I am 
alarmed about him: it is a hard duty which compels 
me to take the field while my presence might cheer 
his last moments.” 
THE KAPETAH, OR JUMPER. 
