Also that night we ate our last morsel of biltong.

As yet, with the exception of the _pauw_, we had seen no living thing on the mountain, nor had we come across a single spring or stream of water, which struck us as very odd, considering the expanse of snow above us, which must, we thought, melt sometimes.

But as we afterwards discovered, owing to a cause which it is quite beyond my power to explain, all the streams flowed down upon the north side of the mountains.
Now we began to grow very anxious about food.

We had escaped death by thirst, but it seemed probable that it was only to die of hunger.

The events of the next three miserable days are best described by copying the entries made at the time in my note-book.
"21st May .-- Started 11 a.m., finding the atmosphere quite cold enough to travel by day, and carrying some water-melons with us.