Not being acquainted with the vicissitudes of the desert, I had not brought in my travelling-case a sufficient number of thin washbodices.

The few I had soon became black beyond recognition, as the dust boiled (literally) up and into the ambulance and covered me from head to foot.

But there was no help for it, and no one was much better off.
It was about that time that we began to see the outlines of a great mountain away to the left and north of us.

It seemed to grow nearer and nearer, and fascinated our gaze.
Willow Grove Springs was reached at four o'clock and the small cluster of willow trees was most refreshing to our tired eyes.

The next day's march was over a rolling country.