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Total Failure of Water

           "Cometome,Iamdying."

           Myuncleretracedhissteps.Hegazeduponmewithhisarmscrossed;thenthesemutteredwordspassedhislips:

           "It’sallover!"

           ThelastthingIsawwasafearfulgestureofrage,andmyeyesclosed.

           WhenIreopenedthemIsawmytwocompanionsmotionlessandrolledupintheircoverings.Weretheyasleep?Asforme,Icouldnotgetonemoment’ssleep.Iwassufferingtookeenly,andwhatembitteredmythoughtswasthattherewasnoremedy.Myuncle’slastwordsechoedpainfullyinmyears:"it’sallover!"Forinsuchafearfulstateofdebilityitwasmadnesstothinkofeverreachingtheupperworldagain.

           Wehadaboveusaleagueandahalfofterrestrialcrust.Theweightofitseemedtobecrushingdownuponmyshoulders.Ifeltweigheddown,andIexhaustedmyselfwithimaginaryviolentexertionstoturnrounduponmygranitecouch.

           Afewhourspassedaway.Adeepsilencereignedaroundus,thesilenceofthegrave.Nosoundcouldreachusthroughwalls,thethinnestofwhichwerefivemilesthick.

           YetinthemidstofmystupefactionIseemedtobeawareofanoise.Itwasdarkdownthetunnel,butIseemedtoseetheIcelandervanishingfromoursightwiththelampinhishand.

           Whywasheleavingus?WasHansgoingtoforsakeus?Myunclewasfastasleep.Iwantedtoshout,butmyvoicedieduponmyparchedandswollenlips.Thedarknessbecamedeeper,andthelastsounddiedawayinthefardistance.

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