canal. we were riding about the country enjoying a lovely morning & doing nothing, we headed up the line to the goal where we had the bath yesterday & saw the prisoners working in a quarry under one of the old forts. there were hundreds of them & all dressed in red clothing & plenty of native soldiers guarding them
nothing to do but lay about afternoon. was writing to Boggy Plains put paper I had written on, with this book & ink in my haversack. the cork came out of the bottle & my afternoon writing has gone for nothing, besides damaging the book.
have to sleep in clothes to-night with rifle by our sides, so as to be ready if we are called out, which is not very likely.
Church parade this morning & had the good