down the bank, dropped his rifle, and plunged headforemost
into the stream.
The first mouthful sent a thrill of horror to his heart;
it was salt as brine!
The poor youth's cup of bitterness was now full to
overflowing. Crawling out of the stream, he sank down
on the bank in a species of lethargic torpor, from which,
he awakened next morning in a raging fever. Delirium
soon rendered him insensible to his sufferings. The
sun rose like a ball of fire, and shone down with scorching