Mr.Ledward, the surgeon, and Lawrence Lebogue, an old hardy seaman, appeared to be giving way very fast.

No other assistance could be given to them than a teaspoonful or two of wine, that had been carefully saved for such a melancholy occasion, which was not at all unexpected.
On the 8th the weather was more moderate, and a small dolphin was caught, which gave about two ounces to each man: in the night it again blew strong, the boat shipped much water, and they all suffered greatly from wet and cold.

The surgeon and Lebogue still continued very ill, and the only relief that could be afforded them was a small quantity of wine, and encouraging them with the hope that a very few days more, at the rate they were then sailing, would bring them to Timor.
'In the morning of the 10th, after a very comfortless night, there was a visible alteration for the worse,' says Mr.Bligh, 'in many of the people, which gave me great apprehensions.

An extreme weakness, swelled legs, hollow and ghastly countenances, a more than common inclination to sleep, with an apparent debility of understanding, seemed to me the melancholy presages of an approaching dissolution.

The surgeon and Lebogue, in particular, were most miserable objects.