“Need I ask your pardon for a pointless jest, sir?” cried Hartwell.
“Nay, dear sir and brother, I hope you will find good reason for
remaining with us for a few days still. You have had a trying time since
you came, Mr. Wesley; and I do not think that you are fit to set out on
so rude a journey.”
“I confess that I feel somewhat exhausted,” said Wesley, “but I have
hope that an hour or two in the saddle will restore me.”
Hartwell did his best to persuade him to reconcile himself to the idea
of staying in the neighbourhood for at least another day, but without
success.
“I must go. I feel that I must go, grateful though I be to you for your
offer of hospitality,” said Wesley.
“Then I will not say a further word. If it be a matter of feeling with
you, I do not feel justified in asking you to change your intention,”
said Hartwell. “I shall give orders as to your horse without delay.”
But the horse was not needed that day, nor was it likely to be needed
for some time to come, for within the hour after breakfast Mr. Wesley
was overcome by a shivering fit and compelled to take to his bed. It
became plain that he had caught a chill--the wonder was that it had not
manifested itself sooner, considering that he had sat for so long the
day before in his saturated garments, and the very trying morning that
he had had. Mr. Hartwell, who had some knowledge of medicine, and a
considerable experience of the simpler maladies to which his miners were
subject, found that he was more than a little feverish, and expressed
the opinion that he would not be able to travel for a full week. Wesley,
who, himself, knew enough about the treatment of disease to allow of
his writing a book on the subject, agreed with him, that it was not
necessary to send for a physician, who might possibly differ from both
of them in his diagnosis.
For three days he remained in bed, and in spite of the fact that
he would have nothing to say to the Peruvian bark which his host so
strongly recommended, his feverish tendency gradually abated, and by
careful nursing he was able to sit up in his room by the end of a week.
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