i was never warm; my teeth chattered in my head; i was troubled with a very sore throat, such as i had on the isle; i had a painful stitch in my side, which never left me; and when i slept in my wet bed, with the rain beating above and the mud oozing below me, it was to live over again in fancy the worst part of my adventures -- to see the tower of shaws lit by lightning, ransome carried below on the men's backs, shuan dying on the round-house floor, or colin campbell grasping at the bosom of his coat.