That's a pretty bad business in the dark, when you're dead tired with the day's tramp.
You don't much care whether you pick up a snake or a stick of wood.

I remember, too,' and he gave a laugh at the recollection, 'we used to be allowed about a thimbleful of brandy a day.

Well, I have noticed men walk twenty yards away from the camps to drink their tot, for fear some one might jog their elbows.

And it was only one mouthful after all--you didn't need to water it.

Altogether, that kind of expedition would be something considerably more than an average strain upon a man's endurance, if it was led through a friendly country.