strong
medicines; in consequence of which, in the evening of the
third day of their halt at Rangarvia, after having taken a
walk through the town, he felt well enough to fix his outset
for the next morning. But this day being rather a long one,
and the sun being very powerful, he became very tired and
unwell; and the more so as, notwithstanding his illness, he
had not left off drinking milk, even on his camel, mixing
some brandy with it. Having recovered a little during the
night, he moved on the next morning, but ordered a halt
about noon, on account of his weakness. Having started again
at sunset, they encamped at midnight. The next day, after a
short journey, they reached the Wady Mettaka. Mr. Richardson
seemed to feel much better, and drank milk and a little
jura, besides rice. From this place, on the last day of
Kebia-el-awel, the caravan, after but a two-hours' march,
reached the village called Ungurutua, when Mr. Richardson
soon felt so weak that he anticipated his death; and leaving
the hut (where he was established) for his tent, told his
dragoman, Mahommed Bu Saad, that he would die. Being
consoled by him that his illness was of no consequence, he
assured him several times that he had no strength at all;
and indeed his pulse ceased almost to beat. He began, then,
to rub his feet with vinegar, and applied the same several
times to his head and shoulders. After which, in the absence
of his servants, he poured water also over himself; so that,
when they returned after a few moments, they found him quite
wet. To counteract the bad effect of this proceeding, they
began to rub him with a little oil. In the evening he took a
little food, and tried to sleep; but notwithstanding that he
seems to have taken something to bring on sleep, he threw
himself restless from one side to the other, calling his
wife several times by her name. After having walked out of
his tent with the assistance of his servant, he ordered tea,
and remained restless on his bed. When it was past midnight,
his old dragoman, Yusuf Moknee, who watched in his tent,
made some coffee, in order to keep himself awake; upon which
Mr. Richardson demanded a cup of coffee for himself; but his
hand being so weak that he could scarcely raise the cup, he
said to Mokne