When he had left I
thought it over, and decided to go and see them for myself, though
I was still suffering from fever. Vic, whose father had recovered
from his illness, declared his willingness to accompany me; in fact
I knew that he would never allow me to go without him. He was quite
miserable at the idea of our parting, which was close at hand. As
luck would have it, the day before we decided to start, Vic was down
with fever again, and the following day I was seized with it. Never
before or since have I been amongst so much fever as I was in this
district. In any case I had made up my mind to see these Buquils,
but we had now lost two days, and there was only just enough time
left to get there and back and to journey back to Manila and catch
my steamer. The day after my attack we started for the mountains once
more at about two p.m., my fever being still too bad for me to start
earlier. It had been very dry lately, with not a drop of rain and
hardly a cloud to be seen, but just as we were starting it came on to
rain in torrents and this meant that the rainy season had set in. It
seemed as if the very elements were against us, and even Vic seemed
struck with our various difficulties. I was sick and feverish, and
my head felt like a lump of lead, as I plodded mechanically along in
the rain through the tall wet grass.
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