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there must have been something
poisonous in the pretty glen, for I
woke next morning shivering with fever.
I filled myself up with quinine &
rode 40 miles over burning flats
with the roof of my head splitting. It
was so hot that inside a tent one had
to keep one's hat on. It was a miserable
day, but I saw all our tank-
sinking experiments, which are very good.
I got home somehow or other, &
sought out a district surgeon who
gave me more quinine & put me in bed
to sweat. I woke next morning rather
better & rode 20 more miles round