The wreckage of the satellite which had been spying us was hauled before the council’s pavilion today. Nothing of much use.
While the leaders were convened I again went about my assigned task. This time I went by myself.
I’ve become quite familiar with the camp in all aspects, except one – the matter of the water supply. At one end of camp there is a well to which all on this side of the promontory congregate. The rest of the camp is serviced by a spring that comes down from the heights. They keep well back from the resultant stream – to avoid contaminating it.
I followed it westward for some distance where it flows out to the plain. Then returned.