Compassion Fuses the Professor’s Heart

           Nextdaywestartedearly.Wehadtohastenforward.Itwasathreedays’marchtothecrossroads.

           Iwillnotspeakofthesufferingsweenduredinourreturn.Myuncleborethemwiththeangryimpatienceofamanobligedtoownhisweakness;Hanswiththeresignationofhispassivenature;I,Iconfess,withcomplaintsandexpressionsofdespair.Ihadnospirittoopposethisillfortune.

           AsIhadforetold,thewaterfailedentirelybytheendofthefirstday’sretrogrademarch.Ourfluidalimentwasnownothingbutgin;butthisinfernalfluidburnedmythroat,andIcouldnotevenendurethesightofit.Ifoundthetemperatureandtheairstifling.Fatigueparalysedmylimbs.MorethanonceIdroppeddownmotionless.Thentherewasahalt;andmyuncleandtheIcelanderdidtheirbesttorestoreme.ButIsawthattheformerwasstrugglingpainfullyagainstexcessivefatigueandthetorturesofthirst.

           Atlast,onTuesday,July8,wearrivedonourhandsandknees,andhalfdead,atthejunctionofthetworoads.ThereIdroppedlikealifelesslump,extendedonthelavasoil.Itwasteninthemorning.

           Hansandmyuncle,clingingtothewall,triedtonibbleafewbitsofbiscuit.Longmoansescapedfrommyswollenlips.

           Aftersometimemyuncleapproachedmeandraisedmeinhisarms.

           "Poorboy!"saidhe,ingenuinetonesofcompassion.

           Iwastouchedwiththesewords,notbeingaccustomedtoseetheexcitableProfessorinasoftenedmood.Igraspedhistremblinghandsinmine.Heletmeholdthemandlookedatme.Hiseyesweremoistened.

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