Our only enemies were heat, thirst, and flies, but far rather would I have faced any danger from man or beast than that awful trinity.

This time we were not so lucky as to find a sheltering rock to guard us from the glare of the sun, with the result that about seven o'clock we woke up experiencing the exact sensations one would attribute to a beefsteak on a gridiron.

We were literally being baked through and through.

The burning sun seemed to be sucking our very blood out of us.

We sat up and gasped.
"Phew," said I, grabbing at the halo of flies which buzzed cheerfully round my head.