The disappointment was great, but, being the last-comer, I had no unfairness to complain of, and I had plenty to do.

I spent the greater part of each day amongst the shipping, superintending the embarkation and disembarkation of men, animals, and stores.
Zula was not an attractive place of residence.

The heat was intense--117 deg.

in the daytime in my tent.

The allowance of fresh water was extremely limited,[3] while the number of scorpions was quite the reverse, and the food, at the best, was not appetizing.