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"
Let
us
go
and
look
,
"
I
put
in
,
and
hopelessly
enough
we
scrambled
up
the
sandy
sides
of
the
hillock
,
Umbopa
leading
.
Presently
he
stopped
as
though
he
was
petrified
.
"
Nanzia
manzie
!
"
that
is
,
"
Here
is
water
!
"
he
cried
with
a
loud
voice
.
We
rushed
up
to
him
,
and
there
,
sure
enough
,
in
a
deep
cut
or
indentation
on
the
very
top
of
the
sand
koppie
,
was
an
undoubted
pool
of
water
.
How
it
came
to
be
in
such
a
strange
place
we
did
not
stop
to
inquire
,
nor
did
we
hesitate
at
its
black
and
unpleasant
appearance
.
It
was
water
,
or
a
good
imitation
of
it
,
and
that
was
enough
for
us
.
We
gave
a
bound
and
a
rush
,
and
in
another
second
we
were
all
down
on
our
stomachs
sucking
up
the
uninviting
fluid
as
though
it
were
nectar
fit
for
the
gods
.
Heavens
,
how
we
did
drink
!
Then
when
we
had
done
drinking
we
tore
off
our
clothes
and
sat
down
in
the
pool
,
absorbing
the
moisture
through
our
parched
skins
.
You
,
Harry
,
my
boy
,
who
have
only
to
turn
on
a
couple
of
taps
to
summon
"
hot
"
and
"
cold
"
from
an
unseen
,
vasty
cistern
,
can
have
little
idea
of
the
luxury
of
that
muddy
wallow
in
brackish
tepid
water
.
After
a
while
we
rose
from
it
,
refreshed
indeed
,
and
fell
to
on
our
"
biltong
,
"
of
which
we
had
scarcely
been
able
to
touch
a
mouthful
for
twenty-four
hours
,
and
ate
our
fill
.
Then
we
smoked
a
pipe
,
and
lay
down
by
the
side
of
that
blessed
pool
,
under
the
overhanging
shadow
of
its
bank
,
and
slept
till
noon
.
All
that
day
we
rested
there
by
the
water
,
thanking
our
stars
that
we
had
been
lucky
enough
to
find
it
,
bad
as
it
was
,
and
not
forgetting
to
render
a
due
share
of
gratitude
to
the
shade
of
the
long-departed
da
Silvestra
,
who
had
set
its
position
down
so
accurately
on
the
tail
of
his
shirt
.
The
wonderful
thing
to
us
was
that
the
pan
should
have
lasted
so
long
,
and
the
only
way
in
which
I
can
account
for
this
is
on
the
supposition
that
it
is
fed
by
some
spring
deep
down
in
the
sand
.
Having
filled
both
ourselves
and
our
water-bottles
as
full
as
possible
,
in
far
better
spirits
we
started
off
again
with
the
moon
.
That
night
we
covered
nearly
five-and-twenty
miles
;
but
,
needless
to
say
,
found
no
more
water
,
though
we
were
lucky
enough
the
following
day
to
get
a
little
shade
behind
some
ant-heaps
.
When
the
sun
rose
,
and
,
for
awhile
,
cleared
away
the
mysterious
mists
,
Suliman
's
Berg
with
the
two
majestic
Breasts
,
now
only
about
twenty
miles
off
,
seemed
to
be
towering
right
above
us
,
and
looked
grander
than
ever
.
At
the
approach
of
evening
we
marched
again
,
and
,
to
cut
a
long
story
short
,
by
daylight
next
morning
found
ourselves
upon
the
lowest
slopes
of
Sheba
's
left
breast
,
for
which
we
had
been
steadily
steering
.
By
this
time
our
water
was
exhausted
once
more
,
and
we
were
suffering
severely
from
thirst
,
nor
indeed
could
we
see
any
chance
of
relieving
it
till
we
reached
the
snow
line
far
,
far
above
us
.
After
resting
an
hour
or
two
,
driven
to
it
by
our
torturing
thirst
,
we
went
on
,
toiling
painfully
in
the
burning
heat
up
the
lava
slopes
,
for
we
found
that
the
huge
base
of
the
mountain
was
composed
entirely
of
lava
beds
belched
from
the
bowels
of
the
earth
in
some
far
past
age
.
By
eleven
o'clock
we
were
utterly
exhausted
,
and
,
generally
speaking
,
in
a
very
bad
state
indeed
.
The
lava
clinker
,
over
which
we
must
drag
ourselves
,
though
smooth
compared
with
some
clinker
I
have
heard
of
,
such
as
that
on
the
Island
of
Ascension
,
for
instance
,
was
yet
rough
enough
to
make
our
feet
very
sore
,
and
this
,
together
with
our
other
miseries
,
had
pretty
well
finished
us
.
A
few
hundred
yards
above
us
were
some
large
lumps
of
lava
,
and
towards
these
we
steered
with
the
intention
of
lying
down
beneath
their
shade
.
We
reached
them
,
and
to
our
surprise
,
so
far
as
we
had
a
capacity
for
surprise
left
in
us
,
on
a
little
plateau
or
ridge
close
by
we
saw
that
the
clinker
was
covered
with
a
dense
green
growth
.
Evidently
soil
formed
of
decomposed
lava
had
rested
there
,
and
in
due
course
had
become
the
receptacle
of
seeds
deposited
by
birds
.
But
we
did
not
take
much
further
interest
in
the
green
growth
,
for
one
can
not
live
on
grass
like
Nebuchadnezzar
.
That
requires
a
special
dispensation
of
Providence
and
peculiar
digestive
organs
.
So
we
sat
down
under
the
rocks
and
groaned
,
and
for
one
I
wished
heartily
that
we
had
never
started
on
this
fool
's
errand
.
As
we
were
sitting
there
I
saw
Umbopa
get
up
and
hobble
towards
the
patch
of
green
,
and
a
few
minutes
afterwards
,
to
my
great
astonishment
,
I
perceived
that
usually
very
dignified
individual
dancing
and
shouting
like
a
maniac
,
and
waving
something
green
.
Off
we
all
scrambled
towards
him
as
fast
as
our
wearied
limbs
would
carry
us
,
hoping
that
he
had
found
water
.
