no more.

For days and days I lay in an unconscious state, utterly unable to move
or speak or think.

Some time after this I had a dreamy consciousness of existence, but
often for hours together I knew nothing of what was occurring. I felt
myself now and then lifted out of the canoe. I knew that David was
attending me, and at other times a sweet face bending over me, and fair
hands holding a fan and driving away the flies. Once I heard Natty
whispering, "Oh, he will die! he will die!"

"I pray Heaven he may not," was the answer; "and David thinks he will
get through it. But he is very ill."

Then again I fell off into a dreamy state. Now and then I knew I was on
shore, and once more on the water. I was conscious of the movement of
the canoe, but what was happening round me I could not tell. I heard
shots fired, and then strange voices shouting and shrieking, but I could
not utter a word, nor could I understand what was said to me. After a
time the power of thought came back, and I knew when it was day and when
it was night, and I was able to discover that many days and nights had
passed away. Still I could not ask questions. An awning had been
placed over the stern of the canoe, under which I lay. I remember
seeing Igubo paddling away, as strong as the rest of the party, and
though there was the mark of the wound in his side, it was perfectly
healed. This showed me that a considerable time must have elapsed since
I had been attacked. I discovered also that we were ascending a stream,
but even then I could not speak. Shortly after this I felt myself
lifted up and placed on a sort of palanquin, and carried along over the
ground. I knew that I was remaining for some time, and that my little
cousin Bella was sitting by my side fanning my face, and now and then
moistening my lips, or giving me a slight portion of food. After that,
I was once more lifted into the canoe. The river must have been far
narrower than any we had passed through, for even as I lay in the bottom
of the canoe I could see the trees on either side.

I had a relapse. I knew nothing more till one day I opened my eyes, and
saw my cousin Kate seated near me, and Bella on a low stool at my side,
with a book before her. Kate was working away most assiduously, as was
her wont. Not far off in a corner sat Chico, as busily, though not so
usefully, employed in cracking nuts. We were in a large airy hut,
formed, as far as I could see, very