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Now
we
began
to
grow
very
anxious
about
food
.
We
had
escaped
death
by
thirst
,
but
it
seemed
probable
that
it
was
only
to
die
of
hunger
.
The
events
of
the
next
three
miserable
days
are
best
described
by
copying
the
entries
made
at
the
time
in
my
note-book
.
"
21st
May
.
--
Started
11
a.
m.
,
finding
the
atmosphere
quite
cold
enough
to
travel
by
day
,
and
carrying
some
water-melons
with
us
.
Struggled
on
all
day
,
but
found
no
more
melons
,
having
evidently
passed
out
of
their
district
.
Saw
no
game
of
any
sort
.
Halted
for
the
night
at
sundown
,
having
had
no
food
for
many
hours
.
Suffered
much
during
the
night
from
cold
.
"
22nd
.
--
Started
at
sunrise
again
,
feeling
very
faint
and
weak
.
Only
made
about
five
miles
all
day
;
found
some
patches
of
snow
,
of
which
we
ate
,
but
nothing
else
.
Camped
at
night
under
the
edge
of
a
great
plateau
.
Cold
bitter
.
Drank
a
little
brandy
each
,
and
huddled
ourselves
together
,
each
wrapped
up
in
his
blanket
,
to
keep
ourselves
alive
.
Are
now
suffering
frightfully
from
starvation
and
weariness
.
Thought
that
Ventvögel
would
have
died
during
the
night
.
"
23rd
.
--
Struggled
forward
once
more
as
soon
as
the
sun
was
well
up
,
and
had
thawed
our
limbs
a
little
.
We
are
now
in
a
dreadful
plight
,
and
I
fear
that
unless
we
get
food
this
will
be
our
last
day
's
journey
.
But
little
brandy
left
.
Good
,
Sir
Henry
,
and
Umbopa
bear
up
wonderfully
,
but
Ventvögel
is
in
a
very
bad
way
.
Like
most
Hottentots
,
he
can
not
stand
cold
.
Pangs
of
hunger
not
so
bad
,
but
have
a
sort
of
numb
feeling
about
the
stomach
.
Others
say
the
same
.
We
are
now
on
a
level
with
the
precipitous
chain
,
or
wall
of
lava
,
linking
the
two
Breasts
,
and
the
view
is
glorious
.
Behind
us
the
glowing
desert
rolls
away
to
the
horizon
,
and
before
us
lie
mile
upon
mile
of
smooth
hard
snow
almost
level
,
but
swelling
gently
upwards
,
out
of
the
centre
of
which
the
nipple
of
the
mountain
,
that
appears
to
be
some
miles
in
circumference
,
rises
about
four
thousand
feet
into
the
sky
.
Not
a
living
thing
is
to
be
seen
.
God
help
us
;
I
fear
that
our
time
has
come
.
"
And
now
I
will
drop
the
journal
,
partly
because
it
is
not
very
interesting
reading
;
also
what
follows
requires
telling
rather
more
fully
.
All
that
day
--
the
23rd
May
--
we
struggled
slowly
up
the
incline
of
snow
,
lying
down
from
time
to
time
to
rest
.
A
strange
gaunt
crew
we
must
have
looked
,
while
,
laden
as
we
were
,
we
dragged
our
weary
feet
over
the
dazzling
plain
,
glaring
round
us
with
hungry
eyes
.
Not
that
there
was
much
use
in
glaring
,
for
we
could
see
nothing
to
eat
.
We
did
not
accomplish
more
than
seven
miles
that
day
.
Just
before
sunset
we
found
ourselves
exactly
under
the
nipple
of
Sheba
's
left
Breast
,
which
towered
thousands
of
feet
into
the
air
,
a
vast
smooth
hillock
of
frozen
snow
.
Weak
as
we
were
,
we
could
not
but
appreciate
the
wonderful
scene
,
made
even
more
splendid
by
the
flying
rays
of
light
from
the
setting
sun
,
which
here
and
there
stained
the
snow
blood-red
,
and
crowned
the
great
dome
above
us
with
a
diadem
of
glory
.
"
I
say
,
"
gasped
Good
,
presently
,
"
we
ought
to
be
somewhere
near
that
cave
the
old
gentleman
wrote
about
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
I
,
"
if
there
is
a
cave
.
"
"
Come
,
Quatermain
,
"
groaned
Sir
Henry
,
"
do
n't
talk
like
that
;
I
have
every
faith
in
the
Dom
;
remember
the
water
!
We
shall
find
the
place
soon
.
"
