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AT dawn the camp was broken up--there had been no night attack. We packed our tents, levelled the earth where the fake fortifications had been, and made the place look as if we had never been there.
The road that was chosen for the way back was still longer than the one we had come. Clouds gathered during the morning, and by the time we were well under way the heavens opened, and it poured in torrents. We were drenched to the skin, and the red mud was so deep that we stuck at every step.