he sun. He then started off, and
returned shortly with the fruit of a certain palm--a decoction from
which, he said, would afford a cooling drink--which he immediately put
on the fire. After allowing the liquid to cool, he gave each of us a
large cupful, and poured the remainder into one of the bottles formed
from the cuja fruit, his countenance meanwhile expressing deep concern.

All day we lay, our heads racked with pain. Had we been called upon to
make any exertion, we should have found it impossible. Uncle Paul
proposed to bleed us, but Kallolo entreated him not to do so, saying
that if we persevered in following his plan of cure we should soon be
well. We drank cupful after cupful of the decoction he had prepared;
and towards evening the pain left my head, and though I felt a peculiar
lassitude such as I had never before experienced, I had no other
disagreeable sensation. By the next morning both Arthur and I were
perfectly well, and able to do justice to the portions of fish and flesh
cooked for us, and the ample supply of fruit Kallolo had collected in
the forest. This was the only time during the period of our expedition
that I had the slightest attack of illness.

"I am so thankful that you are both well again!" exclaimed Marian, as
she sat near us. "I was so miserable all yesterday; and thought how
dreadful it would be should you die, and our father and uncle be left
with me alone. I am not exactly tired of this sort of life, but I do
heartily wish that we were safe again among friends."

"It is better than being shut up in the Inquisition, at all events,"
said Arthur; "though for your sake I wish we were safe on shore.
However, perhaps before long we may reach dry land; and then, if the
brave skipper is able to carry out his intentions, we may soon get away.
If we can reach a Dutch settlement, we shall be safe; for when the
Hollanders hear that we have been flying from the Inquisition, they
will, I am very sure, give us a friendly reception. You know how
bravely they fought to overthrow it in their own country, under the
brave William of Orange, when Philip of Spain and his cruel general the
Duke of Alva tried to impose it on them. They have never forgotten
those days; and their country is as purely a Protestant one as Old
England and her colonies." I heard my poor father sigh; he was, I have
no doubt, regretting having ventured under a government supporting that
horrible system, so calculated t