Sometimes even water, and I well remember the places, that was absolutely a struggling mass of small red creatures that yet really tasted not at all badly.

Anyway it was better than the green slime.
Thirst is a sensation that must be satisfied at any cost.

Once when travelling in the South Arizona country, we being all strung out in Indian file, over a dozen of us, the lead man came on a most enticing-looking pool of pure water.

Of course he at once jumped off, took a hearty draught, spat it out and probably made a face, but saying nothing rode quietly on.

The next man did the same, and so it went on till our predecessors had each and all the satisfaction of knowing that he was not the only man fooled.