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and I must thirst on — thirst on, hke my Ijlack companions, 

 who brood upon it all in duh resii^nation. . . . 



The pulse-beats grow ever weaker, less perceptible, 

 and faster ; more agonising" grows the thirst ; we ourselves 

 more lethargic. . . . 



d he only useful possession at this midnight h(jur is 

 one's iveapon, and the knowledge that in these circum- 



A FLOCK OF SACRED IBISES FLEW RIGHT OVER MY HIDING-PLACE 



Stances one must crush down one's feeling — must set the 

 .coloured men an example of patient endurance ot thirst, 

 although their sufferings are not nearly so great as mine. 



Thus drag and linger the slow hours. The hyaena 

 remains on, but in the end w^e scarcely notice it is there. 

 As if everything had conspired against us, the sky, 

 here in the proximity of the mountain-range, remains 

 clouded and dark. The temperature keeps hot and 



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