Yesterday my rations for the day were four biscuits and an ounce of coffee and of tea, with corn which they call mealies which I could not eat but which saved my horse's life.

He is a Boer pony I bought from a Tommy for two pounds ten and he's worth both of the other two for which I paid $125 a piece.

Tomorrow the wagon carrying my supplies will be in and I can get millions of things.

It almost apalls me to think how many.
Especially clean clothes.

I've slept in these for four days.