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paratively great exertions. But this was no help; we had to unsaddle our 13 mules and to employ the following Day in searching for the lost sideload. Saturday the 10th we set out Wommai and myself extremely stiff in consequence of this pending day's work, I had promised Wommai his pony if he could find the bag. After many hours crossing and recrossing the place were [where?] we supposed it had been lost I gave up the search, but just directed my horse into the bed of the river to which it seemed most willingly to take. it went down the steep bank, I stumbled, sent me over its head and with great difficulty I was only able to disentangle my feet, but even during the fall I saw the yellow bags in the sandy bed and certainly all my anger towards my horse disappeared. I put it on the back of the horse and walked slowly back to the camp. During the afternoon Wommai brought in the mules and 10 were again tied up over night.
Sunday the 11th We set again to work to load them and took better precaution not to allow any to stray away. By these means we succeeded in starting at about 11 oclock and we [contd?] on with very few accidents arriving at the camp of our companions at about ½ past 3 oclock. Here
I expected to find two or 3 of them to assist me unloading or to take the whole work from my shoulders. [Barking?} had just come in [indecipherable] [indecepherable] lost for 30 hours. Perry could scarcely [indecipherable], Brown was after the goats; Bunce and Turnbull had their list to assess and we succeeded after long much fatigue to unload the mules. I was perfectly beaten, perfectly knocked up. I dropt [dropped] down on my blanket without hunger without thirst. I should not be surprised if the great quantity

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