Atkinson had his foot lanced and should be well in a couple of days.
I led the lame pony; his leg is not swelled, but I fear he's developed a permanent defect--there are signs of ring bone and the hoof is split.
A great shock came when we passed the depoted fodder and made for this camp.

The ponies sank very deep and only brought on their loads with difficulty, getting pretty hot.

The distance was but 1 1/2 miles, but it took more out of them than the rest of the march.

We camped and held a council of war after lunch.

I unfolded my plan, which is to go forward with five weeks' food for men and animals: to depot a fortnight's supply after twelve or thirteen days and return here.