8 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Awoke early. I remembered last evening, the passing thought that young Dent possessed such a delightful voice was quickly overtaken by the dawning of the enormity of our predicament.

Rousing the men we broke our fast with the remnants of last nights charred flying squirrel. We then set to the problem in hand, notably how to cross this raging stream that blocked our path. C.F.

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