All were inspired with new hope, for they knew that on these arid wastes, in the neighborhood of trees, there is always water.
They now quickened their pace; the horses seemed to understand their motives, and to partake of their anticipations; for, though before almost ready to give out, they now required neither whip nor spur.

With all their exertions, it was late in the night before they drew near to the trees.

As they approached, they heard, with transport, the rippling of a shallow stream.

No sooner did the refreshing sound reach the ears of the horse, than the poor animals snuffed the air, rushed forward with ungovernable eagerness, and plunging their muzzles into the water, drank until they seemed in danger of bursting.

Their riders had but little more discretion, and required repeated draughts to quench their excessive thirst.