On shore is a tangle of huts, men, women, and children, living in a state of unutterable confusion and filth; eating, sleeping, working, gambling, with no apparent rhyme or - reason.
Some were digging! earth from the toe of the dyke and carrying it to the top, others were bringing it from far off and dumping it at hazard, and all of them by some confused system of checking were endeavouring to earn a bare living. Already the sanitation of the camp is an offence to th" nostrils; already even in the cool weather and before the rainy sea-
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