I Pictured Myself Devouring The Hams And Crackers
And Jellies Like A Madman.
I lived on my raving fancies.
vexed brain rioted on such homely things as wheaten bread and
butter, hams, bacon, caviare, and I would have thought no price
too high to pay for them. Though so far away and out of the pale
of Europe and America, it was a pleasure to me, during the _athumia_
or despondency into which I was plunged by ever recurring fevers,
to dwell upon them. I wondered that people who had access to such
luxuries should ever get sick, and become tired of life. I thought
that if a wheaten loaf with a nice pat of fresh butter were
presented to me, I would be able, though dying, to spring up and
dance a wild fandango.
Though we lacked the good things of this life above named, we
possessed salted giraffe and pickled zebra tongues; we had ugali
made by Halimah herself; we had sweet potatoes, tea, coffee,
dampers, or slap jacks; but I was tired of them. My enfeebled
stomach, harrowed and irritated with medicinal compounds, with
ipecac, colocynth, tartar-emetic, quinine, and such things,
protested against the coarse food. "Oh, for a wheaten loaf!"
my soul cried in agony. "Five hundred dollars for one loaf
The Doctor, somehow or another, despite the incessant rain, the
dew, fog, and drizzle, the marching, and sore feet, ate like a
hero, and I manfully, sternly, resolved to imitate the persevering
attention he paid to the welfare of his gastric powers; but I
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