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The Ivory Trail

CHAPTER NINE
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Imagine the result, and what he suffers!" Despondency began to have hold of me, and I no longer wished to live.
The doctor's momentary daily visits increased my loathing for the crew who tyrannized there in the name of Progress, and I could see no way of retaliating.

I became seized with a sort of delirious conviction that if only I could die and be out of the way my friends would be far better able to contrive without me.

There is no convalescence in a mood of that sort, and each morning found me nearer death than the last.

Then malaria developed, to give me the finishing touch, and although strangely enough I grew less instead of more delirious, Fred and Will at last made no secret of their belief that I was doomed.
I myself was as sure of death as they were of dinner, and had better appetite for my fate than they for the meal, when one morning the doctor came earlier than usual.

He had Schubert with him, and they both peered through the tent door.


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