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Food at last—Its results. 
walked off on their way to Shoshong. I may 
mention incidentally that the wagon which came 
in to our relief met them about ten miles from 
the end of the hundred miles thirst, literally 
staggering along, and quite done up. I almost 
doubt if they would have got there, had they 
not met the wagon. 
At last, on August 3, we were just meditating 
whether it was not time to put on the pot—an 
occurrence that usually happened about three 
p.m., so that we could pass the time till dark 
by looking to see how it was cooking—when 
one of the boys rushed up shrieking ‘‘the 
wagons are coming.” Now we did not expect 
a wagon out for the next three days, and so did 
not take much notice. Presently, however, we 
heard a whip crack, and then a volley of pure 
Anglo-Saxon, so we concluded to go and inspect 
matters. To our great joy we saw a spring 
cart piled with things, on the top of which was 
seated Tr. Woods, B.B.P., with a mighty whip. 
In a few minutes the cart drew up at the port¬ 
cullis of our castle—otherwise the ash-heap 
outside the scherm—and we found on it all that 
the soul of hungry man required. 
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