Moving is always good in fever; now I had a pain in the chest, and rust of iron sputa: my lungs, my strongest part, were thus affected.
We crossed a rill and built sheds, but I lost count of the days of the week and month after this.

Very ill all over.
_About 7th January, 1869._--Cannot walk: Pneumonia of right lung, and I cough all day and all night: sputa rust of iron and bloody: distressing weakness.

Ideas flow through the mind with great rapidity and vividness, in groups of twos and threes: if I look at any piece of wood, the bark seems covered over with figures and faces of men, and they remain, though I look away and turn to the same spot again.

I saw myself lying dead in the way to Ujiji, and all the letters I expected there useless.
When I think of my children and friends, the lines ring through my head perpetually: "I shall look into your faces, And listen to what you say, And be often very near you When you think I'm far away." Mohamad Bogharib came up, and I have got a cupper, who cupped my chest.
_8th and 9th January, 1869._--Mohamad Bogharib offered to carry me.

I am so weak I can scarcely speak.