CHAPTER XIX.
It was a wretched and anxious night for Hazel. He watched the hut, withoub the courage to approach it. That one moment of weakness which occurred to him on board the Proserpine when he had allowed Helen to perceive the nature of his feelings towards her, had rendered all his actions open to suspicion. He dared not exhibit towards her any sympathy — he might not extend to her the most ordinary civility. If she fell ill, if fever supervened ! how could he nurse her ? His touch must have a significance, he knew that? for, as he bore her insensible form, he embraced rather than carried the precious burthen. Could he look upon her in her suffering without betraying his forbidden love ? And then would not his attentions afflict more than console?
Chewingthe cud of such bitter thoughts, he passed the night, without noticing the change which was taking place over the island. The sun rose ; and this awakened him from his reverie, which had replaced sleep ; he looked around, and then became sensible of the warnings in the air.
The sea-bird 3 flew about vaguely and absurdly, and seemed sporting in currents of wind ; yet there was but little wind down below. Presently clouds came flying over the sky, and blacker masses gathered on the horizon. The sea changed color.
Hazel knew the weather was breaking. The wet season was at hand — the moment when fever, if ever such an invisible inhabitant there was on that ialand, would
visit them. In a few hours the rain would be upon them, and he reproached himself with want of care in the construction of the hut. For some hours he hovered around it, before he ventured to approach the door, and call to Helen. He thought he heard her voice faintly, and he entered. She lay there as he had placed her. He knelt beside her, and was appalled at the change in her appearance.
The poor girl's system had received a shock for which k it was unprepared. Her severe sufferings at sea had, strange to say, reduced her in appearance lesa than could have been believed ; for her physical endurance proved greater than that of the strong men around her. But the food which the island supplied was not suited to restore her strength, and the nervous shock to which she had been subjected, was followed by complete prostration. Hazel took her unresisting hand, which he would have given a world to press. He felt her pulse ; it was weak, but slow. Her cheeks were hollow, her eyea sunken; her hand dropped helplessly when he released it.
Leaving the hut quietly, but hastily, he descended the hill to the rivulet, which he crossed. About half a mile above the boat-house the stream forked, one of its branches coming from the west, the other from the east. Between this latter branch and Terrapin Wood, was a stony hill ; to this spot Hazel went, and foil- to gathering a handful of poppies. When he had obtained a sufficient quantity he returned to the boat-house, made a small fire of chips, and filling his tin baler with water, he set down the poppies to boil. When the liquor was cool, he measured out a portion and drank it. In about twenty minutes his temples began to throb, a sensation which was rapidly followed by nausea. It wa3 mid- day before he recovered from the effects of his late experiment sufficiently to take food. Then he waited for • two hours, and felt much restored. He stole to the hut and looked in. Helen lay there as he had left her. He stooped over her ; her eyes were half-closed, and she turned them slowly upon him; her lips moved a little — that was all. He felt her pulse again ; it was still weaker, and slower. He rose and went away, and regaining the boat - house, he measured out a portion of the poppy liquor, one-third of the dose he had previously taken, and drank it. No head-ache or nausea succeeded ; he felt his puke ; it became quick and violent, while a sense of numbness overcame him, and he slept. It was but for a few miuutes. He awoke with a throbbing brow, and some sickness ; but with a sense of delight at the heart, for he had found an opiate, and prescribed its quantity.
He drained the liquor away from the poppy leaves, and carried it to the hut. Measuring with great care a small quantity, he lifted the girl's head and placed it to her lips. She drank it mechanically. Then he watched beside her, until her breathing and her pulse changed in character. She slept. He turned aside then, and buried his face in his hands and prayed fervently for her life — prayed as we pray for the daily bread of the heart. He prayed and waited.
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Otago Witness, Issue 878, 26 September 1868, Page 18
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