The natural result of this was a fever.

I lay in uncle's house for six weeks, a part of that time in a critical condition.

Scottish medicine was then as stern as Scottish theology (both are now much softened), and I was bled.

My thin American blood was so depleted that when I was pronounced convalescent it was long before I could stand upon my feet.

This illness put an end to my visit, but by the time I had reached America again, the ocean voyage had done me so much good I was able to resume work.
I remember being deeply affected by the reception I met with when I returned to my division.