und, and
they earnestly longed for death to put an end to their tortures. When
night came on, finding that one of the prisoners had dropped dead, and
that the others were utterly unable to walk, their driver had halted
till the next morning, and then conveyed them the remainder of the
distance in carts. On arriving and seeing the dilapidated condition of
the prison, they confidently thought they had been brought here for
execution, and tried to prepare themselves to meet a dreadful and
perhaps lingering death. From this apprehension they were relieved by
seeing preparations made to repair the prison.

Mrs. Judson had brought from Ava all the money she could command,
secreted about her person. And she records her thankfulness to her
Heavenly Father that she never suffered from want of money, though
frequently from want of provisions. Hitherto her health and that of her
children had been good. But now commenced her personal, bodily
sufferings. One of the little Burman girls whom she had adopted, and
whom she had named Mary Hasseltine, was attacked on the morning after
her arrival with small-pox. She had been Mrs. Judson's only assistant in
the care of her infant. But now she required all the time that could be
spared from Mr. Judson, whose mangled feet rendered him utterly unable
to move. Mrs. Judson's whole time was spent in going back and forth from
the prison to the house with her little Maria in her arms. Knowing that
the other children must have the disease, she inoculated both, and those
of the jailer, all of whom had it lightly except her poor babe, with
whom the inoculation did not take, and who had it the natural way.
Before this she had been a healthy child but it was more than three
months before she recovered from the dreadful disorder.

The beneficial effects of inoculation in the case of the jailer's
children, caused Mrs. Judson to be called upon to perform the operation
upon all the children in the village. Mr. Judson gradually recovered,
and found his situation much more comfortable than at Ava. But Mrs.
Judson, overcome by watchings, fatigue, miserable food, and still more
miserable lodgings, was attacked by one of the disorders of the country;
and though much debilitated, was obliged to set off in a cart for Ava to
procure medicines and suitable food. While there, her disorder increased
so fearfully in violence, that she gave up all hope of recovery, and was
only anxious to return and die near the priso