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CHAP. XXXVIII.
It was undoubtedly, said my uncle Toby, a great happiness for myself and the corporal, that we had all along a burning fever, attended with a most raging thirst, during the whole five and twenty days the flux was upon us in the camp; otherwise what my brother calls the radical moisture, must, as I conceive it, inevitably have got the better. - My father drew in his lungs top-full of air, and looking up, blew it forth again, as slowly as he possibly could.———
—It was heaven's mercy to us, continued my uncle Toby, which put it into the corporal's head to maintain thatdue
