down onto him: and if he had had any hair onto
his head it would have seemed more shady. But I did the best I could
by him; I stood by him, and pinned on his red bandanna handkerchief
onto his head. But as I was a fixin' it on, I see there was something
more than mortification that ailed him. The lake was rough, and the
boat rocked, and I see he was beginning to be awful sick. He looked
deathly. Pretty soon I felt bad too. Oh, the wretchedness of that
time! I have enjoyed poor health considerable in my life, but never
did I enjoy so much sickness, in so short a time, as I did on that
pleasure exertion to the island. I suppose our bein' up all night
a'most made it worse. When we reached the island we was both weak as
cats.

I set right down on a stun, and held my head for a spell, for it did
seem as if it would split open. After awhile I staggered up onto my
feet, and finally I got so I could walk straight, and sense things a
little. Then I began to take the things out of my dinner basket. The
butter had all melted, so we had to dip it out with a spoon. And a lot
of water had swashed over the side of the boat, so my pies, and tarts,
and delicate cake, and cookies, looked awful mixed up, but no worse
than the rest of the company's did. But we did the best we could, and
begun to make preparations to eat, for the man that owned the boat
said he knew it would rain before night, by the way the sun scalded.
There wasn't a man or a woman there but what the perspiration jest
poured down their faces. We was a haggered and melancholy lookin' set.
There was a piece of woods a little ways off, but it was up quite a
rise of ground, and there wasn't one of us but what had the rheumatiz,
more or less. We made up a fire on the sand, though it seemed as if it
was hot enough to steep the tea and coffee as it was.

After we got the fire started, I histed a umberell, and sat down under
it, and fanned myself hard, for I was afraid of a sunstroke.

Wal, I guess I had sat there ten minutes or more, when all of a sudden
I thought, Where is Josiah? I hadn't seen him since we had got there.
I riz right up and asked the company, almost wildly, "If they had
seen my companion, Josiah?" They said "No, they hadn't." But Celestine
Wilkins' little girl, who had come with her grandpa and grandma
Gowdey, spoke up, and says she, "I seen him a goin' off towards the
woods; he acted dreadfully strange, too, he seemed to be a walkin' off
sideways."

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