Sunday the 28th March. About 5 days ago Mann fell a victim to got the fever. He got very sick, took immediately an emetic, but is acting weak knocked up since that time. There is no doubt in my mind that the bad flour was the cause, because Mann took great care not to eat much meat. I had fixed Thursday the 25 to pass the Mackenzie, made easier by the difficulties of crossing the goats at the Dawson. We constructed a small bush fold made of branches, which we finished with Boucking Wednesday evening at moonlight. The horses which never had missed a day to come into the camp, did not come and as none was tethered and the greatest number had broken their hobbles, I was afraid that they had gone so far that our weak limbs would be inadequate to get them [?] back again. The cattle had equally not been seen for many days. Thursday dawned and with the hope that god would not forsake me, I made my preparations for the start. When the goats came in and I was going to drive them down to the crossing place with Wommai, Boelking got a severe attack of fever, lay down and declared that he could not assist me. Here I was there alone with Wommai who was wily and [co...] Bunce who was ailing. However one of the horses Billy Bracke had made suddenly  his appearance and afforded me the means of finding the others. Brown who was scarcely able to ride went with him a short way down the river and found the whole mob; but the wretched brute had severly kicked him and made him more miserable than he was before. We commenced the crossing of the goats, I in the water Turnbull and Wommai on the fold and Bruce defending keeping them from breaking through the holes. It was a fatiguing work and after having dragged over a great number which was

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