After I had driven eight months a rainy season came.

For eighteen hours out of the twenty-four we worked in the wet.

The mud went up to the axles sometimes, and we had to dig the wheels out, and we never went far in a day.

My master swore at me more than ever, but when he had done he always offered me his brandy-flask.
When I first came he had offered it me, and I had always refused; but now I drank as my oxen did when I gave them water--without thinking.

At last I bought brandy for myself whenever we passed an hotel.
"One Sunday we outspanned on the banks of a swollen river to wait for its going down.