After a short pause, Murray proceeded: "The fact is, Mr.Church told me all about the matter yesterday afternoon.
Bohun found it difficult to procure you such a situation as you wanted, and was anxious to get you off his hands.

Meeting Mr.Church in town, he asked him to take you.

Mr.Church objected, telling him it would be a pity to place you on the Pearl plantation, where you might drop off in less than six weeks.

But Bohun urged the matter; requested it as a personal favor; and they being countrymen, you know and so and so you see your business was done, and here you are." I undoubtedly looked grave at the interesting information thus frankly given; and Murray, remarking it, continued, in a consolatory tone: "Never mind, my good fellow; keep up your spirits.

I thought it best to tell you the worst at once, and let you know what you have to expect.
You will have to go through a regular seasoning; and if you can stand that on the Pearl estate, you may take your degree of M.D.as Doctor of Malaria, and bid defiance to yellow fever forever after!" I was not ambitious of such a distinction, and would gladly have declined it, were it possible; but, on calmly surveying my position, there appeared no alternative.