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[morning] On the side of a hill near a bush on the bare ground we took a little sleep and rose to breakfast about seven o'clock, coarse hard biscuit a little cheese and water from [...] ditch furnished our lowly table. Thence we started over parched and thirsty country, blackened by the recent fires, glad occasionally to find a patch of unburnt grass on which to place our burdens and our weary bodies. After a few hours of this toil I became excessively thirsty from profuse perspiration and hard walking; for a long time we came to no water and all the relief I could get was from some insipid cranberries and these were very welcome. At length we came to a marshy place where Captain Gardiner succeeded in finding some water in a hole, for which we were both very thankful, having mentally compared our case to Hagar's.

At night we lay down among thick damp grass, beside a bush near a muddy duckpond, the best place and the best water we could find. Here I began to find that I could not eat enough of the dry biscuit to sustain my strength even when soaked in water, for as it contained the fine bran as well as the flour, it was not sufficiently nourishing; and when no water was to be had, my mouth was so parched that I could not moisten the biscuit sufficiently to enable me to swallow it. (I never enjoyed the hymn

Come let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne

so much as I did while at prayer at the side of the bush by which I had lain down.)