At times they had to wade waist deep in water.

The exhausted carriers fell out by dozens, but their loads were picked up and shouldered by soldiers, and not a single one was lost.
The men got what shelter they could in the huts of the village and, in spite of wet and sleeplessness, all turned out cheerfully in the morning.

The start was made at eight o'clock, in order that the men might recover a little from the previous day's fatigue.
The enemy's scouts were encountered almost on the outskirts of the village and, in a short time, the advance guard neared the village of Treda.

It was a large place, with a very holy fetish tree.

It stood on the top of a slope and, long before the rear guard had fallen out at Pekki, it was carried by a brilliant bayonet charge, by the Yorubas and the Sierra Leone frontier police.