The poor wretch's symptoms were precisely such as to lead us to suspect that he had taken some corrosive poison.

Of course it was quite out of our power to administer any antidote; all that we could devise was to make him swallow something that might act as an emetic.

I asked Curtis for a little of the lukewarm water.

As the contents of the broken barrel were now exhausted, the captain, in order to comply with my request, was about to tap the other barrel, when Owen started suddenly to his knees, and with a wild, unearthly shriek, exclaimed,-- "No! no! no! of that water I will not touch a drop." I supposed he did not understand what we were going to do, and endeavoured to explain; but all in vain; he persisted in refusing to taste the water in the second barrel.

I then tried to induce vomiting by tickling his uvula, and he brought off some bluish secretion from his stomach, the character of which confirmed our previous suspicions--that he had been poisoned by oxide of copper.