June 27, Saturday.
I arrived in ——. I have now but a moment, before the post goes out, to
inform you we have got here; though not without considerable difficulty,
for we were set ashore in a boat above twenty miles below.
What I suffered in the vessel I will not now descant upon, nor mention
the pleasure I received from the sight of the rocky coast. This morning
however, walking to join the carriage that was to transport us to this
place, I fell, without any previous warning, senseless on the rocks—and
how I escaped with life I can scarcely guess. I was in a stupor for a
quarter of an hour; the suffusion of blood at last restored me to my
senses; the contusion is great, and my brain confused. The child is
well.
Twenty miles ride in the rain, after my accident, has sufficiently
deranged me, and here I could not get a fire to warm me, or any thing
warm to eat; the inns are mere stables, I must nevertheless go to bed.
For God’s sake, let me hear from you immediately my friend! I am not
well, and yet you see I cannot die.
Yours sincerely
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