"We were in the jungles eight months and every one of us had fever.

I was the last to come down, and I had a bad case.

The doctors sent me home for three months, and when I go back--for I didn't mean to let the infernal climate out there get the better of me--I shall be in Guam.

That's paradise compared with the interior." "So I know," answered the Colonel, remembering the snakes and mosquitoes and the flies and the beetles and the hideous swamps and sickening forests, the slime, the mud, the marshes and all the horrors of the tropics.
"I should like to spend my leave at Fort Blizzard," Broussard continued, "I thought the climate here was what I needed." Colonel Fortescue nodded courteously; nobody could stay at Fort Blizzard without the permission of the C.O.

But Broussard felt that the Colonel saw through him and beyond him.