The heavy rains beat into our lean-to with its three open sides, and Catesy and I worked frantically to protect our cooking equipment and small supply of rice. We not only had to guard against the rain, but we had to guard our supply from thieves.
Hunger had deadened the moral sense of quite a few of our people, and thieving of food continued despite the fact that if caught, the people were thrown in the jail, and their names publicly announced over the loud speaker.
As I watched the carretela carrying today’s dead out of the camp, I saw that there was not only a scarcity of food but everything else. One of the coffins was far too short, and the corpse’s feet stuck out of the coffin in a grotesque manner.