When I want a bath I ride ten miles to the bore.

Then there's saddlery to mend, and dry-cleaning the place and pipes between whiles--more of them than is good for me.

Stores are low, but I've still got enough of tobacco.

I daresay it's a mercy there's no whiskey--nothing but a bottle or two of brandy in case of snake-bites--or I might have taken to it.
Thank God I've got a pretty strong will, and I've never done as I see so many chaps do, find forgetfulness in drink--but there's no saying what a man may come to.

It's the nights that are the worst.