I know that hereafter the picture I first spoke of will look odd to me.
We could not stop to rest two or three hours out from our camp, of course, albeit the brook was beside us.

So we went on an hour longer.
We saw water, then, but nowhere in all the waste around was there a foot of shade, and we were scorching to death.

"Like unto the shadow of a great rock in a weary land." Nothing in the Bible is more beautiful than that, and surely there is no place we have wandered to that is able to give it such touching expression as this blistering, naked, treeless land.
Here you do not stop just when you please, but when you can.

We found water, but no shade.

We traveled on and found a tree at last, but no water.