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the locality, strong and powerful and well acquainted with the danger, who
are there constantly for the purpose, and who struggle with their oars
against the rapacious gulf, there is not a vessel in that great river
which would not be engulfed! The place is worthy of the name of "the Door
of Death," which with a notoriety of evil fame it has gained for itself.
There is no passenger so bold as not to pass that bit of the course of the
river on foot; for the thing is truly formidable and terrible. But I was
so overcome by illness, that having lost all sense of danger or desire to
live, I did not care to leave the boat, but remained in it, with those
strong men, I hardly know whether to say stupidly or intrepidly--but I
will say intrepidly, since at one point, where I was within an ace of
destruction, I felt no fear."
He goes on to tell how at Vienna a physician treated him amiss, and made
him worse; how every kind of consideration, and his own desire to save his
life, counselled him to delay there; but how the honour, the
responsibility of the embassy wholly on his shoulders, his duty to his
sovereign prevailed to drive him onwards. He feared, too, lest it should
be supposed at Warsaw that he preferred his life to the business on which
he came, an accusation which might have been made use of by suspicious and
malignant adversaries to deprive him of all the credit of his labours, and
"to snatch from my Prince the crown which we are striving to place on his
head. It is impossible to imagine," he continues, "what I suffered in that
journey of more than six hundred miles from Vienna to Warsaw, dragged
rather than carried in carts, broken and knocked to pieces. I wonder that
I am still alive! The obstinate fever, the want of rest, of food, and of
medicine, the excessive cold, the infinite hardships, the uninhabited
deserts, were killing me. More often than not it was a much lesser evil to
crouch by night in the cart, which dislocated my bones by day, rather than
to be suffocated in the foulness of those dens, or stables rather, where
the dogs and cats, the cocks and hens, and the geese, the pigs and the
calves, and sometimes the children, kept me waiting."
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