At sunset we rested again, waiting for the moon, and after drinking a little managed to get some sleep.
Before we lay down, Umbopa pointed out to us a slight and indistinct hillock on the flat surface of the plain about eight miles away.

At the distance it looked like an ant-hill, and as I was dropping off to sleep I fell to wondering what it could be.
With the moon we marched again, feeling dreadfully exhausted, and suffering tortures from thirst and prickly heat.

Nobody who has not felt it can know what we went through.

We walked no longer, we staggered, now and again falling from exhaustion, and being obliged to call a halt every hour or so.

We had scarcely energy left in us to speak.