A Paleon Office and a New Orchid

Baton had been unwell for some days with some kind of fever, and I suppose he fainted. They found poor baton lying dead, or dying in a man-growed swamp. Every drop of blood, they say, was taken out of him by the jungle leeches. It may be that very plant that caused him his life to obtain. Men must war, though women may we, sad-wetterburn with profound gravity. Fancy being ill of fever with nothing today, but chlorodyne and quinine. And just a thing, there has been a dead body lying across that ugly thing. I never thought of that before. There, I declare I cannot