Also, before we had gone a mile, I began to think that I should split in two.
The paces of my beast were uneven, to say the best of it, and the bump-bump was like being on the rack.

I remembered that the saints of the Covenant used to journey to prison this way, especially the great Mr Peden, and I wondered how they liked it.

When I hear of a man doing a brave deed, I always want to discover whether at the time he was well and comfortable in body.

That, I am certain, is the biggest ingredient in courage, and those who plan and execute great deeds in bodily weakness have my homage as truly heroic.

For myself, I had not the spirit of a chicken as I jogged along at 'Mwanga's side.