It was now growing very late in the day.

I therefore did not like to remonstrate against being moved on horseback although, from the position of my wound, I feared that it was an injudicious mode of conveyance in my state.

I was placed upon the pony and, supported by my comrades, moved onwards to the tent.
REACH THE CAMP.

CONSEQUENCES OF THE WOUND.
I cared but little for the want of comforts I must now be subject to.
Therein I only shared the lot of many a worthy soldier; but one thing made the night very wretched, for then through the woods came the piercing shrieks of wailing women and the mournful cries of native men, sorrowing over him who had that day fallen by my hand.

These cries rang on my ears all night, startling me at every moment from my feverish and fitful slumbers.
Early next morning the natives moved off in a westerly direction without having again attempted in any way whatever to molest us.