Hour after hour--through the endless nights would that devoted creature sit by my side, moistening my lips with the dew that collected on the grass.

On the fifth day without water I suffered the most shocking agonies, and in my lucid moments gave myself up for lost.

I could neither stand nor walk, speak nor swallow.

My throat seemed to be almost closed up, and when I opened my eyes everything appeared to be going round and round in the most dizzy and sickening manner.

My heart beat with choking violence, and my head ached, so that I thought I was going mad.