[ CHAPTER XXXI—SUSANNAH—END OF THE VOYAGE OF THE VIOLETA ]
[ CHAPTER XXXIII—WILLIAM C. JONES AND LOUISA ]
[ CHAPTER XXXIV—AMBASSADORS FROM ZIONVILLE ]
CHAPTER I—DR. ULSWATER
IN the Fall of the year when Krakatoa blew its head off in the East Indies, and sent its dust around the world, I fell sick of a fever in the city of Portate, which is on the west coast of South America. Portate had the latest brand of municipal enterprise and the oldest brand of fever. But they call any kind of sickness a fever there, to save trouble, and bury the alien with as little trouble as possible. I started for home, and came as far as Nassau, which is a town in the Bahamas. There, a wasted and dismal shape, I somehow fell into the hands of one Dr. Ulswater, who tended and medicined by back into the world of sunlight and other interesting objects.