There I still lie.

The Hindoo sweepers creep about, raising a continual dust; they fan me sleepily for hours together with a look of impenetrable vacancy, and at night they curl themselves on the ground outside and cough their souls away.

The English orderlies stamp and shout, displaying the greatest goodwill and a knowledge of the nervous system acquired in cavalry barracks.

Far away we hear the sound of Buller's guns.

I did not know it was possible to suffer such atrocious and continuous pain without losing consciousness.
Of course we have none of the proper remedies for sunstroke--no ice, no soda-water, and so little milk that it has to be rationed out almost by the teaspoonful.