I saw them, as they marched in, look with astonishment at the state of our men's garments--or rather, I may say, their rags.

They would have grown haughty, if they had not had a sample of the work; and their uniforms looked very different, when they came back, from what they were when they marched away.
There is nothing like a fortnight's roughing it in the bush to take a man, whether white or black, a peg or two down in his own estimation.
"I was amused, the first day they arrived, when I saw their faces at the sight of their rations.

It was quite a picture.

Thank goodness we have had nothing to grumble about, in that way, since we got our box from the coast.

Chocolate for breakfast, brandy and water at dinner, preserved meat, are quite a different thing from the stuff they manage to give us--two or three ounces of meat, about once a week.