Providence alone could save us, and we must trust to Providence.
"Come on," I said, lifting Tota on to my back, for she was already tired.

"All roads lead to rest." How am I to describe the misery of the next four days?
How am I to tell how we stumbled on through that awful desert, almost without food, and quite without water, for there were no streams, and we saw no springs?
We soon found how the case was, and saved almost all the water in our bottles for the child.

To look back on it is like a nightmare.

I can scarcely bear to dwell on it.

Day after day, by turns carrying the child through the heavy sand; night after night lying down in the scrub, chewing the leaves, and licking such dew as there was from the scanty grass! Not a spring, not a pool, not a head of game! It was the third night; we were nearly mad with thirst.