The day's rest apparently did little to relieve Mrs. Arkwright's
sufferings. On the following day she allowed herself to be put upon
the mule, but after the first hour the beasts were stopped and she
was taken off it. During that hour they had travelled hardly over
half a league. At that time she so sobbed and moaned that Arkwright
absolutely feared that she would perish in the forest, and he
implored the guides to use the poles which they had prepared. She
had declared to him over and over again that she felt sure that she
should die, and, half-delirious with weariness and suffering, had
begged him to leave her at the last hut. They had not yet come to
the flat ground over which a litter might be carried with
comparative ease; but nevertheless the men yielded, and she was
placed in a recumbent position upon blankets, supported by boughs of
trees. In this way she went through that day with somewhat less of
suffering than before, and without that necessity for self-exertion
which had been worse to her than any suffering.

There were places between that and the river at which one would have
said that it was impossible that a litter should be carried, or even
impossible that a mule should walk with a load on his back. But
still they went on, and the men carried their burden without
complaining. Not a word was said about money, or extra pay;--not a
word, at least by them; and when Arkwright was profuse in his offer,
their leader told him that they would not have done it for money.
But for the poor suffering Senora they would make exertions which no
money would have bought from them.

On the next day about noon the post did pass them, consisting of
three strong men carrying great weights on their backs, suspended by