At daybreak Jan and I set off, he as usual leading the ox, while I
walked ahead with my rifle, ready for a shot. Our baggage consisted of
a couple of skins to sleep on, a stock of ammunition, a small portion of
our remnant of flour, tea, sugar, and pepper. We had no fear of not
finding food, as game of all sorts was abundant, provided I kept my
health, and was able to shoot it.