Копи царя Соломона
Our March into the Desert
Wewalkednolonger,westaggered,nowandagainfallingfromexhaustion, andbeingobligedtocallahalteveryhourorso. Wehadscarcelyenergyleftinustospeak. UptothisGoodhadchattedandjoked,forheisamerryfellow;butnowhehadnotajokeinhim.
Atlast,abouttwoo’clock,utterlywornoutinbodyandmind,wecametothefootofthequeerhill,orsandkoppie,whichatfirstsightresembledagiganticant-heap aboutahundredfeethigh,andcoveringatthebasenearlytwoacresofground.
Herewehalted,anddriventoitbyourdesperatethirst,suckeddownourlastdropsofwater. Wehadbuthalfapintahead,andeachofuscouldhavedrunkagallon.
Thenwelaydown. JustasIwasdroppingofftosleepIheardUmboparemarktohimselfinZulu—
"Ifwecannotfindwaterweshallallbedeadbeforethemoonrisestomorrow."
Ishuddered,hotasitwas. Thenearprospectofsuchanawfuldeathisnotpleasant,buteventhethoughtofitcouldnotkeepmefromsleeping.
