TRANSCRIPTION
On the 15th of September, all the scorbutic patients were entirely cured ; but a much more dangerous distemper had begun its ravages. Eighteen men were already confined to their beds, all severely and dangerously ill with a most cruel dysentery. Among this number were my amiable friend M. Depuch, my colleague Maugé and the good and active Riédlé.
This last was already much broken down by the distemper but impelled by his zeal, his still continued his distant excursions in a destructive and scorching climate. In vain I used every means I could devise to engage him to remit his exertions, and afford himself some respite from his labours. All my prayers, all those of our physician, M. L'Haridon, were in vain ; every morning at daybreak, he set off to make new collections, without seeming to care at all about his disorder entirely absorbed by his desire to justify the confidence. he had been honoured with by the First Consul and the Institution. Amiable and unfortunate man! who thought he might depend on the strength of his constitution already tried by the climate of the Antilles; how much, he was mistaken.
