It seemed sad indeed, after so much suffering and striving to get along, that he should die within a mile of water that would have saved his life.

If he had possessed a little more strength so that the spark of life could have remained a little longer, the cooling moisture from the canteen would have revived it, and a little rest would have placed him on his feet again.

They had no tools to dig a grave, not even a knife for they had left every weight in camp, so they covered him closely in his blankets and sadly returned to their friends.

They had all along hoped that the Frenchman who had wandered away would come in, but he never came.

There were several water holes scattered around at this point which seemed to be a sort of sunken place in the hills, and quite large brush could be obtained for fire, and grass for the oxen.