My head has never fully recovered that blow at Bombay,
and I think the hours during which I remained exposed to the sun's
rays, by the side of that awful image, must have affected it.
Or perhaps the fatigue of the journey has worn me out. If I am going
to sicken I must hide my secret. It would be safer to bury it with
the Journal, at any rate for the time, somewhere in the garden here.
I have a tin box that will just answer the purpose. My head is
giving me agony. I can write no more."
CHAPTER X.
CONTAINS THE THIRD AND LAST PART OF MY FATHER'S JOURNAL: SETTING
FORTH THE MUTINY ON BOARD THE _BELLE FORTUNE_.
"June 19th.--Strange that wherever I am hospitably entertained I
recompense my host by falling ill in his house. Since my last entry
in this Journal I have been lying at the gate of death, smitten down
with a sore sickness. It seems that the long exposure and weariness
of my journey to the Peak threw me into a fever: but of this I should
soon have recovered, were it not for my head, which I fear will never
be wholly right again.
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