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April

Sunday
Apr. 1

[Today] all tools day, but [we made no sport of it] it brings no merriment.
The work falls heavily on us, and
Petersen brought in no game. We fasted on
our regular beans.

The eruption gives me excessive pain, sleepless
nights and uncomfortable days. Sonntag
Wilson & Brooks share the pest with me I
am at a loss to what to attribute it. Several of
us suffer in the seats of old injuries, both
my broken hand and wounded groin bladder seem
as if [re]broken & [re]wounded over again. These ghosts
of old adventures bring back equally ghostly
memories. I can easily shut my eyes and
see the sala of the Casa [Gaona?] at Puebla:- Guadalupe
smoking her cigarritta by my bedside, and
the dear old general looming up as high as
the bedposts, all by the dim flickering of
the little waxen taper, which burns under
the little cross, in the little alcove, where
the Senora Madam Gaona says her prayers. "Con
que a dios Señor Doctór." Dong-dong-dong"
"dong, dong". Santo Domingo has started
his infernal bells, no sleep to night, "Clang,
clang, clang".

Monday
Apr. 2d

The morning at 11. a.m. Mr. Bonsall
reported a man upon the ice-foot about a
mile from the brig. We supposed him to be
Hans, and advanced to meet him. WHen
nearer we discovered our absent sledge and
team, but the man who accompanied them
turned and ran towards the South.

Upon this I made Mr. Bonsall
who was armed with the Sharp Rifle remain
behind and avanced alone, upon which
the man awaited my approach. As I neared
him I recognized the deserter William
Godfrey.

On conferring with this man he