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Having invited this gentleman, with his adjutant, and a few more, to fee us act a farce by candle-light, we affected to quarrel, and beating out the candle, the door being well fecured, laid on in the dark with fuch fuccefs upon a certain fomebody's shoulders, that, calling out Murder ! he leaped out at the window. Nothing ever gave me greater entertainment than to perceive his agility ; but Colonel Seyburg declared he would never more to our play be a spectator. At this time orders arrived from Colonel Fourgeoud, who was also better, to break up our camp at Jerufalem, and march once more to the Wana Creek. In confequence the lick were again fent down in barges to the hofpital at Devil's Harwar, which was nearly full, while feveral were labouring under a difeafe fomething like the tympany, called here the kook, being a prodigious hardnefs and fwelling in the belly, occasioned, it is faid, by drinking muddy water without fpirits, which was indeed our daily and general beverage. On the 22d, at fix o'clock in the morning, we all decamped, and fcrambled up along the banks of the Cormoetibo Creek, through a perfect bog, while one poor negro, who had his head fractured, was left behind, and another knocked over-board one of the barges, who was drowned. We this day again faw great numbers of pingoes or warree-hogs, which as usual breaking through our line, were cut down by fabres and stabbed, while some ran off with the bayonets flicking in their hams.
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