Then games were contrived, some played by the light of the fires and others outside the walls.
Bats, balls, and stumps were made for cricket; of course very roughly fashioned, but they afforded as much amusement as if they had come straight from one of the best English makers.
There was, however, a monotony about our food-supply, and the officers more than once banteringly asked me when I was going to cut out another half-dozen wagons.
"Bring more variety next time," they said merrily.

"Pick out one loaded with tea, coffee, sugar, and butter." "Yes," cried Denham, laughing; "and when you are about it, bring us some pots and kettles and potatoes.

We can eat the big ones; and, as we seem to be settled here for the rest of our days, we're going to start a garden and plant the little 'taters in that." "To be sure," said another officer; "and I say, young fellow, mind and choose one of the next teams with some milch-cows in it.

I feel as if I should like to milk." I laughed too, but I felt as if I should not much like to undertake such another expedition as the last, and that it would be pleasanter to remain content with the roast beef and very decent bread our men contrived to make in the old furnace after it had been a bit modified, or with the "cookies" that were readily made on an iron plate over a fire of glowing embers.

Oh no! I don't mean damper, that stodgy cake of flour and water fried in a pan; they were the very eatable cakes one of our corporals turned out by mixing plenty of good beef-dripping with the flour, and kneading all up together.