Mr. Richardson
seemed to feel much better, and drank milk and a little
jura, besides rice. From this place, on the last day of
Kebia-el-awel, the caravan, after but a two-hours' march,
reached the village called Ungurutua, when Mr. Richardson
soon felt so weak that he anticipated his death; and leaving
the hut (where he was established) for his tent, told his
dragoman, Mahommed Bu Saad, that he would die. Being
consoled by him that his illness was of no consequence, he
assured him several times that he had no strength at all;
and indeed his pulse ceased almost to beat. He began, then,
to rub his feet with vinegar, and applied the same several
times to his head and shoulders. After which, in the absence
of his servants, he poured water also over himself; so that,
when they returned after a few moments, they found him quite
wet. To counteract the bad effect of this proceeding, they
began to rub him with a little oil. In the evening he took a
little food, and tried to sleep; but notwithstanding that he
seems to have taken something to bring on sleep, he threw
himself restless from one side to the other, calling his
wife several times by her name. After having walked out of
his tent with the assistance of his servant, he ordered tea,
and remained restless on his bed.
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