He remained on their trail all the next day and all the next night.

On Sunday morning, as I was setting off in search of him, I found him near the wagon.

He had found the oxen late in the afternoon of Saturday, and had been obliged to stand by them all night.

It was wonderful how he managed without a compass, and in such a country, to find his way home at all, bringing about forty oxen with him.
The Bechuanas will keep on the sick-list as long as they feel any weakness; so I at last began to be anxious that they should make a little exertion to get forward on our way.

One of them, however, happening to move a hundred yards from the wagon, fell down, and, being unobserved, remained the whole night in the pouring rain totally insensible; another was subjected to frequent swooning; but, making beds in the wagons for these our worst cases, with the help of the Bakwain and the Bushmen, we moved slowly on.