| 'All that day we toiled along; road there was none, and oftentimes the
drays sank up to their axles in the mud, then we had to put our shoulders
to the wheel, and heave and push the horses. Along our track we met with
dead horses and bullocks that had fallen under the severe toil. From those
that had died within a week there was a fearful stench, but after that
time the atmosphere dried them up. We were fortunate in escaping any
further accident, but we constantly saw drays and carts, heavily laden,
overturned; when anything of the sort occurred, our men rushed away to
their assistance; they never seemed to tire in performing their kindly
offices.’ |