Transcribe Hornaday, W. T. Letter to Ward, Henry A. (1877-06-11)

and so brought me to my hotel. Then I had a Dr., and in three days he told me the fever was gone from me, for good and all. This morning I started out regularly for business, but am very weak & light headed. I never was so fearfully weakened in so short a time. The fever itself did not amount to anything, it was the weakness. Yesterday my servant prayed me in the name of my God, to send him home to Madras, or else he would die of the fever here. This morning he came at me again, and when I gave him his R.R. fare and told him to git out lively, the heathen actually went down on his marrow-bones to thank me.

Well, the man with the cart & our things was delayed on the road, got sick, and the evening of the 4th day from the time we left him he fetched up here, nearly dead with *Cholera*. The load had been rained on and soaking wet nearly all that time, and the big Gaur skin-- that was killed only 2 days before we started home-- was totally ruined. Before starting I dosed it heavily with salt & alum, and it was in beautiful condition, but the steady wetting it got ruined it.