There was some silky grass upon it, but this I knew the horse would not eat, neither had I more than a pint of oats to give him.

Our latitude here was 28 degrees 22 minutes 0 seconds.
On the morning of the 13th we still pushed on, leaving, as before, a cask of water to pick up on our return.

I had been obliged to limit the horse to six gallons a day, but where he had been in the habit of drinking from 25 to 30, so small a quantity would not suffice.

We had not gone many miles when he shewed symptoms of exhaustion, and rather tottered than walked.

He took no pains to avoid anything, but threw Joseph into every bush he passed.