There was plenty of drying grass in places, but our poor animals could not eat it any longer, for they, too, were burning up for want of water.

Oh, how much I did wish that we had some camels from Arabia, which could have gone so much longer without water, and traveled so much faster.
On the morning of the third day of starvation, we determined to change our course, and, if possible, reach the river once more.

Bearing to the left over a high, barren range of rocky mountains, and down into a plain of sand, sage brush, and cactus.

During the afternoon I shot a small rabbit, not much larger than a rat, which we carried until night, then broiled and tried to eat it, not because our appetites craved it, but hoping that it might strengthen and sustain us, at least a little while longer.

We were, however, so nearly burned up that there was not a sufficient flow of saliva to moisten the little bits of broiled meat in the mouth.