LAST MISSION TO AFRICA. 85 
after a march of ten miles, all very much fatigued. This 
is but a small town ; the large town having been taken 
and burnt by Daisy's son about two years ago, and all the 
people carried away. Mr. Anderson and Mr. Scott sick of 
the fever. 
July 1st.— Covered a load of beads with the skin of the 
antelope. One of the bundles containing all our small 
seed beads stolen during the night ; made all the search 
I could, but in vain : I could not recover it. As we were 
short of rice, and none could be purchased here, deter- 
mined to push on as quick as possible ; but the men were 
so very sickly, that I judged it imprudent to trust the bag- 
gage and asses without proper drivers. Employed in di- 
viding the asses amongst the healthy men. 
July 2d. — Set forwards. Two more of the soldiers sick 
of the fever. When we had travelled about three miles, 
one of the soldiers (Roger M'Millan) became so delirious, 
that it was found impossible to carry him forwards. Left 
him at a village called Sanjeekotta. I regretted much 
being under the necessity of leaving in the hour of sickness 
and distress, a man who had grown old in the service of 
his country. He had been thirty-one years a soldier, 
twelve times a corporal, nine times a serjeant ; but an un- 
fortunate attachment to the bottle always returned him 
into the ranks. 
