After a feverish and restless night—­in which, in his troubled dreams, Oscar had floated to sea upon a small piece of ice, and, after a long agony, foundered alone in fathomless waters—­he awoke in the morning feeling very strangely.  Every few moments a cold chill ran through his body, that made him shiver until the bed trembled beneath him.  His head ached badly, and there was also a pain in his back.  He tried to raise himself up, but his arms had lost their strength, and he was barely able to support himself a moment upon his elbow.  By-and-bye his brothers, who slept in the same room in another bed, got up, and Oscar informed them that he was too weak to get off the bed.  They soon called in their father and mother, who, after looking at the sick boy, concluded to send for a physician.

After breakfast, Ralph was despatched for the doctor, who soon arrived, and was conducted into Oscar’s chamber.  Seating himself upon the bedside, he took the sick boy’s wrist into his hand, and began to talk with him very pleasantly, asking him various questions about his feelings, the manner in which he took cold, &c.  Having ascertained all the facts and symptoms of the case, he told the family he thought Oscar was suffering from an attack of lung fever, and he then gave directions as to the manner in which the disease should be treated.  He also wrote a recipe for some medicine, to be procured at the apothecary’s.  The terms used in it were Latin, and very much abbreviated, besides, so that they were unintelligible to Mrs. Preston; for this is a custom among physicians, that has come down from ancient times.  Seeing Mrs. Preston was in some doubt about the prescription, he explained to her what the articles were that composed it, and the effect they would have upon the patient.

After the doctor had gone, it was decided to remove Oscar into another chamber, in a lower story, where he would be more comfortable, and where, also, it would be more convenient to wait upon him.  Wrapping him up warmly in the bed-clothes, his father took him in his arms, and carried him to the room he was to occupy for the present.

In spite of his medicine, Oscar continued to grow worse, through the day.  He longed for night to come, that he might go to sleep; but when it came, it did not bring with it the refreshing slumber of health.  Short naps and troubled dreams alternated with long, weary hours of wakefulness; and the sun, at its next rising, found him sicker than before.  The pains in his head and chest were more severe; his skin was hot and dry; his cheeks were flushed with fever; he breathed with difficulty, and his cough had become quite distressing.  He felt cross and fretful, too, and nothing that was done for him seemed to give him satisfaction.  He was unwilling that any one should attend upon him, except his mother, and refused to receive his food or medicine from any hand but hers.  If she happened to be absent from his room more than a few moments, when he was awake, he would insist upon her being called back.