I myself lay amid dung like a dead man--yet vomiting as no dead man ever did--and saw British officers as sick as I laboring like troopers.

There are more reasons than one why we Sikhs respect our British officers.
The coverings of the ship were shut tight, lest the waves descend among us.

The stench became worse than any I had ever known, although I learned to know a worse one later; but I will speak of that at the proper time.

It seemed to us like a poor beginning and that thought put little heart in us.
But the sickness began to lessen after certain days, and as the movements grew easier the horses were able to stand.

Then we became hungry, who had thought we would never wish to eat again, and double rations were served out to compensate for days when we had eaten nothing.