As usual he made no complaints, and seemed to be very grateful for his small mercies.
There was a doctor who was kind to him, and some good fellows among the prisoners.
But Peter's letter was made up chiefly of reflection.

He had always been a bit of a philosopher, and now, in his isolation, he had taken to thinking hard, and poured out the results to me on pages of thin paper in his clumsy handwriting.

I could read between the lines that he was having a stiff fight with himself.

He was trying to keep his courage going in face of the bitterest trial he could be called on to face--a crippled old age.

He had always known a good deal about the Bible, and that and the _Pilgrim's Progress_ were his chief aids in reflection.
Both he took quite literally, as if they were newspaper reports of actual recent events.
He mentioned that after much consideration he had reached the conclusion that the three greatest men he had ever heard of or met were Mr Valiant-for-Truth, the Apostle Paul, and a certain Billy Strang who had been with him in Mashonaland in '92.