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"
My
word
!
"
said
Sir
Henry
.
"
It
is
hot
!
"
echoed
Good
.
It
was
hot
,
indeed
,
and
there
was
not
a
bit
of
shelter
to
be
found
.
Look
where
we
would
there
was
no
rock
or
tree
,
nothing
but
an
unending
glare
,
rendered
dazzling
by
the
heated
air
that
danced
over
the
surface
of
the
desert
as
it
dances
over
a
red-hot
stove
.
"
What
is
to
be
done
?
"
asked
Sir
Henry
;
"
we
ca
n't
stand
this
for
long
.
"
We
looked
at
each
other
blankly
.
"
I
have
it
,
"
said
Good
,
"
we
must
dig
a
hole
,
get
in
it
,
and
cover
ourselves
with
the
karoo
bushes
.
"
It
did
not
seem
a
very
promising
suggestion
,
but
at
least
it
was
better
than
nothing
,
so
we
set
to
work
,
and
,
with
the
trowel
we
had
brought
with
us
and
the
help
of
our
hands
,
in
about
an
hour
we
succeeded
in
delving
out
a
patch
of
ground
some
ten
feet
long
by
twelve
wide
to
the
depth
of
two
feet
.
Then
we
cut
a
quantity
of
low
scrub
with
our
hunting-knives
,
and
creeping
into
the
hole
,
pulled
it
over
us
all
,
with
the
exception
of
Ventvögel
,
on
whom
,
being
a
Hottentot
,
the
heat
had
no
particular
effect
.
This
gave
us
some
slight
shelter
from
the
burning
rays
of
the
sun
,
but
the
atmosphere
in
that
amateur
grave
can
be
better
imagined
than
described
.
The
Black
Hole
of
Calcutta
must
have
been
a
fool
to
it
;
indeed
,
to
this
moment
I
do
not
know
how
we
lived
through
the
day
.
There
we
lay
panting
,
and
every
now
and
again
moistening
our
lips
from
our
scanty
supply
of
water
.
Had
we
followed
our
inclinations
we
should
have
finished
all
we
possessed
in
the
first
two
hours
,
but
we
were
forced
to
exercise
the
most
rigid
care
,
for
if
our
water
failed
us
we
knew
that
very
soon
we
must
perish
miserably
.
But
everything
has
an
end
,
if
only
you
live
long
enough
to
see
it
,
and
somehow
that
miserable
day
wore
on
towards
evening
.
About
three
o'clock
in
the
afternoon
we
determined
that
we
could
bear
it
no
longer
.
It
would
be
better
to
die
walking
that
to
be
killed
slowly
by
heat
and
thirst
in
this
dreadful
hole
.
So
taking
each
of
us
a
little
drink
from
our
fast
diminishing
supply
of
water
,
now
warmed
to
about
the
same
temperature
as
a
man
's
blood
,
we
staggered
forward
.
We
had
then
covered
some
fifty
miles
of
wilderness
.
If
the
reader
will
refer
to
the
rough
copy
and
translation
of
old
da
Silvestra
's
map
,
he
will
see
that
the
desert
is
marked
as
measuring
forty
leagues
across
,
and
the
"
pan
bad
water
"
is
set
down
as
being
about
in
the
middle
of
it
.
Now
forty
leagues
is
one
hundred
and
twenty
miles
,
consequently
we
ought
at
the
most
to
be
within
twelve
or
fifteen
miles
of
the
water
if
any
should
really
exist
.
Through
the
afternoon
we
crept
slowly
and
painfully
along
,
scarcely
doing
more
than
a
mile
and
a
half
in
an
hour
.
At
sunset
we
rested
again
,
waiting
for
the
moon
,
and
after
drinking
a
little
managed
to
get
some
sleep
.
