nˈaɪts wɜːɹ ɐ kˈɑːnstənt sˈoːɹs ʌv wˈʌɹi fɚðə lˈoʊnli ɹˈɔs, dᵻspˈaɪt hˌævɪŋ sˈɛvɹəl hˈʌndɹɪd "fɹˈɛndli ɪŋklˈaɪnd" nˈeɪɾɪvz ɛŋkˈæmpt nˈɪɹbaɪ pɚfˈɔːɹmɪŋ sˈɛntɹi dˈuːɾiz.
Nights were a constant source of worry for the lonely Ross, despite having several hundred "friendly inclined" natives encamped nearby performing sentry duties.