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Our March into the Desert

           Ihaveseenhimenclosedinamber,whichis,Iwastold,quitehalfamillionyearsold,lookingexactlylikehisdescendantoftoday, andIhavelittledoubtbutthatwhenthelastmanliesdyingontheearthhewillbebuzzingroundifthiseventhappenstooccurinsummerwatchingforanopportunitytosettleonhisnose. 

           Atsunsetwehalted,waitingforthemoontorise. Atlastshecameup,beautifulandsereneasever, and,withonehaltabouttwoo’clockinthemorning,wetrudgedonwearilythroughthenight,tillatlastthewelcomesunputaperiodtoourlabours. Wedrankalittleandflungourselvesdownonthesand,thoroughlytiredout,andsoonwereallasleep. Therewasnoneedtosetawatch,forwehadnothingtofearfromanybodyoranythinginthatvastuntenantedplain. Ouronlyenemieswereheat,thirst,andflies, butfarratherwouldIhavefacedanydangerfrommanorbeastthanthatawfultrinity. Thistimewewerenotsoluckyastofindashelteringrocktoguardusfromtheglareofthesun, withtheresultthataboutseveno’clockwewokeupexperiencingtheexactsensationsonewouldattributetoabeefsteakonagridiron. Wewereliterallybeingbakedthroughandthrough. Theburningsunseemedtobesuckingourverybloodoutofus. Wesatupandgasped. 

           "Phew,"saidI,grabbingatthehaloofflieswhichbuzzedcheerfullyroundmyhead. Theheatdidnotaffectthem. 

           "Myword!"saidSirHenry. 

           "Itishot!"echoedGood. 

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