SCENE BY DAYLIGHT. 
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dawned once more, but sad and heart-rending was 
the scene it presented to my view, upon driving the 
horses to what had been our last night’s camp. The 
corpse of my poor companion lay extended on the 
ground, with the eyes open, but cold and glazed in 
death. The same stern resolution, and fearless open 
look, which had characterized him when living, 
stamped the expression of his countenance even now. 
He had fallen upon his breast four or five yards 
from where he had been sleeping, and was dressed 
only in his shirt. In all probability, the noise made 
by the natives, in plundering the camp, had awoke 
him ; and upon his jumping up, with a view of 
stopping them, they had fired upon and killed 
him. 
Around the camp lay scattered the harness of the 
horses, and the remains of the stores that had been 
the temptation to this fatal deed. 
As soon as the horses were caught, and secured, 
I left Wylie to make a fire, whilst I proceeded to 
examine into the state of our baggage, that I might 
decide upon our future proceedings. Among the 
principal things carried off by the natives, were, 
the whole of our baked bread, amounting to twenty 
pounds weight, some mutton, tea and sugar, the 
overseer’s tobacco and pipes, a one gallon keg 
full of water, some clothes, two double-barrelled 
guns, some ammunition, and a few other small 
articles. 
There were still left forty pounds of flour, a little 
