'
'But if you're past that already,' returned Mark, 'you must be ill, and
ought to be attended to.'
'Don't mind me,' said Martin. 'Do the best you can for yourself. You'll
soon have only yourself to consider. And then God speed you home, and
forgive me for bringing you here! I am destined to die in this place. I
felt it the instant I set foot upon the shore. Sleeping or waking, Mark,
I dreamed it all last night.'
'I said you must be ill,' returned Mark, tenderly, 'and now I'm sure of
it. A touch of fever and ague caught on these rivers, I dare say; but
bless you, THAT'S nothing. It's only a seasoning, and we must all be
seasoned, one way or another. That's religion that is, you know,' said
Mark.
He only sighed and shook his head.
'Wait half a minute,' said Mark cheerily, 'till I run up to one of our
neighbours and ask what's best to be took, and borrow a little of it to
give you; and to-morrow you'll find yourself as strong as ever again. I
won't be gone a minute. Don't give in while I'm away, whatever you do!'
Throwing down his hatchet, he sped away immediately, but stopped when he
had got a little distance, and looked back; then hurried on again.
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