BUT Bolivar could no longer dash from one town to another or spring to horse to subdue rebels eight hundred miles away. He was worn out.
On the 16th of October he wrote to General Urdaneta:
'My health is more and more affected, for I suffer from several diseases at the same time. My liver is greatly inflamed, and at times I experience nervous spasms; added to that, the rheumatism which I thought was cured has returned. If I nurse one malady, the others suffer for it. The heat is bad for my liver, the damp disastrous to my rheumatism. I cannot walk without terrible pain; going upstairs is out of the question, I am seized with giddiness. The slightest draught makes me ill, and in spite of the high temperature here, I am dressed in wool from head to foot.
'Why do I trouble you with these annoyances?
'The worst of it is that I have no doctor and that the climate here is certainly unfavourable to me. I should like a voyage, perhaps seasickness would do me good.
'Medicines disgust me; in spite of all my suffering, I cannot make up my mind to take them.
'You will realize, my dear General, that I cannot keep my promise. It is impossible for me to resume