After we gained the deck I was seized with an unpleasant sensation.

A sudden chill seemed to congeal the blood in my veins; my teeth chattered, and my frame shook with alarming violence.

After the lapse of about thirty minutes the chills gave place to an attack of fever, which, in an hour or two, also disappeared, leaving me in a weak and wretched condition.

This proved to be a case of intermittent fever, or FEVER AND AGUE, a distressing malady, but little known in New England in modern times, although by no means a stranger to the early settlers.
It was fastened upon me with a rough and tenacious grasp, by the damp, foggy, chilly atmosphere in which I had constantly lived for the last fortnight.
Next morning, in good season, the captain and mate were on board.

The wind was fair, and we got under weigh doubled Cape Cod, and arrived alongside the T Wharf in Boston, after a tedious and uncomfortable passage of twenty-two days from Savannah.
I left my home a healthy-looking boy, with buoyant spirits, a bright eye, and features beaming with hope.