The rest which John Lander had obtained during the night, appeared to have revived him, and he seemed in better spirits, with an abatement of his fever.  They accordingly proceeded on their journey, and after bathing, crossed the Oly in a canoe, which they found tied to a tree.  During the whole of the day, they travelled under a burning sun, and in the evening pitched their tent near a small stream.  John Lander was very ill, his fever having returned with increased violence.  A storm gathered over their heads a few minutes after the tent had been fixed, and presently burst with increased violence.  While it lasted, they were occupied with the thoughts of their forlorn condition.  The deafening noise of the thunder, as it echoed among the hills, the overpowering glare of the lightning, the torrents of rain, and the violence of the wind were truly awful.  The whole of their party were collected in the tent for shelter from the storm, and in spite of the water which ran through it, contrived to sleep till morning.

They were obliged to lie the whole of the night in their wet clothes, the effects of which were visible in John Lander in the morning.  His brother endeavoured, in vain, to rally him, but he was scarcely able to stand.  The tent was packed up in its wet state, and the carriers hastened onwards as fast as they could, for the provisions were consumed, and they were anxious to get to their journey’s end without delay.  As they advanced, John Lander became worse, till at length, he was completely overcome, and to prevent falling off his horse, he dismounted and was laid down.  There was not a tree near them, which could shelter them from the sun, so with the assistance of his people, Richard obtained a few branches, and formed a sort of bower, their horses’ pads answering the purpose of a bed.  During the remainder of the day, John became worse, and the medicine chest had been sent with the other things.  In this dilemma, with no food at hand, the condition of the travellers was most deplorable.  Richard with the view of obtaining some refreshment for his brother, went into the wood and shot the only bird he saw, which was not much bigger than the sparrow.  With this, he returned, made a fire, and prepared a little soup in a half-pint cup, which for want of salt, was rather unsavoury, nevertheless it was of service to his brother; the flesh of the bird, Richard divided between himself and his man, both of them being weak for want of food.  They now contrived to make a more substantial habitation for the invalid, of some stout branches of trees, and thatched it with long grass; they also lighted large fires round it to keep off the wild beasts, but sleep was out of the question, for they were attacked by myriads of mosquitoes, and buzzing flies, attracted by the glare of the fires.  A prowling tiger was the only savage animal that approached near enough to be seen during the night.