The house was strangely quiet, and the westering sun shining full on
me made me feel quite comfortable, and in a little while I fell
asleep. The sun set and it grew bitterly cold, but I did not wake, and
when my mother returned and inquired for me I could not be found.
Finally the whole household turned out with lanterns and searched for
me up and down through the plantation, and the hunt was still going on
when, about ten o'clock at night, some one hurrying along the verandah
stumbled on me in my sheltered corner by the sacks, still in my chair
but unconscious and in a burning fever. It was the dread typhus, an
almost obsolete malady in Europe, and in fact in all civilized
countries, but not uncommon at that date in the pestilential city. It
was wonderful that I lived through it in a place where we were out of
reach of doctors and apothecaries, with only my mother's skill in
nursing and her knowledge of such drugs as were kept in the house to
save me. She nursed me day and night for the three weeks during which
the fever lasted, and when it left me, a mere shadow of my former
self, I was dumb-not even a little Yes or No could I articulate
however hard I tried, and it was at last concluded that I would never
speak again. However, after about a fortnight, the lost faculty came
back, to my mother's inexpressible joy.
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