Here we had to halt.

Hommat was suffering greatly with his feet.

The shoes that had been given him by the widow lady were worn out, and his feet were much torn and cut by the terribly rough road we had traveled through swamps, etc.

We sat down on a log, and I, pulling off the remains of my army shirt, tore it into pieces, and Hommat wrapped his feet up in them.

A part I reserved and tore into strips, to tie up the rents in our pantaloons.