They got along better than John and I did when we got hold of the first nutritions after our arrival on the other side.
We must leave everything here we can get along without.

No clothing except that on our backs.

Only a camp kettle in which to make soup, a tin cup for each one, and some knives and spoons which each happen to have.

Each one had some sort of a canteen for water, which we must fill up at every opportunity, and we decided to carry a shovel along, so we might bury the body of Capt.

Culverwell, and shovel up a pile of sand at the falls to enable us to get the oxen over.