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frightened at being alone, and frustrated all our 
efforts to yard it, preferring to accompany and re- 
main with the horses, — an arrangement we were 
obliged to acquiesce in. 
March 31. — The morning broke wild and lower- 
ing, and the sand blew fearfully about from the 
drifts among which the water was. Our well had 
tumbled in during the night, and we had to undergo 
considerable labour before we could water the horses. 
After clearing it out, we gave each of them seven 
gallons, and again sent them away to the grass, 
letting the native boys watch them during the day, 
whilst we rested for a few hours, shifted our camp 
to a more sheltered place, weighed out a week’s 
allowance of flour at half a pound each per day, and 
made sundry other necessary arrangements. 
Fearful of losing our only remaining sheep, if 
left to wander about, we made a strong yard to put 
it into at nights, for a long time, however, we could 
not get it to go near the yard, and only succeeded 
at last by leading in a horse first, behind which it 
walked quite orderly. 
April 1. — The last night had been bitterly cold 
and frosty, and as we were badly clad, and without 
the means of making a large or permanent fire, we 
all felt acutely the severity of the weather. After 
breakfast, I left the overseer and natives to clear out 
the well, which had again fallen in, and water the 
horses, whilst I walked five miles along the beach 
to the westward, and then turned inland to examine 
