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June Mil. Sunday. Very glad of a day's rest and a lie 
in bed. E. busy at baking and cooking a Sunday dinner. 
Our fire is now made entirely of dried ox dung, wbicli 
does fairly well if you can get plenty of it, tbougb, of 
course, not so pleasant as wood. It is punishing work 
having much to do with cold water in the frosty mornings 
when we get up early, and consequently we are rather 
inclined to cut short the washing ; but we generally get a 
dip in a stream during the middle of the day when the 
sun always comes out bright and strong, and we enjoy the 
luxury of a hot tub on Sunday mornings. Some wagons 
passed us to-day going back to Natal, and told us we were 
camped on the edge of a burn of grass that extended 
along the road for fifteen miles, so we were obliged to 
break through our rule of not trekking on Sunday, as we 
hoped the night and early morning trek would just carry 
us through to grass again. Still very cold. The first 
trek next morning brought us to a patch of grass, but 
the whole country looked very desolate and bare, not a 
stick of any kind to be seen ; and one felt glad we were 
getting towards our journey's end, as far as the Drachens- 
burg was concerned. To save time and get off earlier we 
have given up our morning cup of coffee, which we miss 
much, and by breakfast time are just ravenous. Old 
^^Slangey" turns out more comical than ever in his ^get 
up' these cold mornings, and would make a very good 
Guy Fawkes. Woodroffe generally is up first, and we 
hear him stirring up the Caffres, who appear to find it 
very hard to leave their beds; they are all huddled 
together, and so rolled up in the wagon cover that it is 
sometimes difficult to find them in the morning. Our 
three treks a day are helping us over the ground gloriously, 
but the packing and re-packing is everlasting. Came to a 
mud hole where the first wagon stuck fast, sinking down 
in the mud over the naves of the wheels ; the oxen could 
