I AM EXHAUSTED WITH CLIMBING 



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and, with the temperature at + 10 '5° Centigrade, I was soon 

 much too hot. The trifles I had to carry felt like a hundred- 

 weight, my thick clothes were a burden, and the continuous 

 climbing brought on almost intolerable thirst. I was obliged 

 to stop oftener and oftener to rest and to draw in long breaths 

 of the thin air, whilst Count Teleki was still able to spring 

 nimbly from rock to rock. I became indifferent to everything, 



KIMAWENZI FROM THE SADDLE PLATEAU. 



and when at last I struggled on again I aimed, not at reaching 

 the top of Kibo, but a little patch of snow I had spied in the 

 distance, and at which I hoped to quench my burning thirst. 

 At five-and-twenty minutes to eleven we reached it, and I had 

 meanwhile come to the conclusion that at the best I could not 

 climb more than a few hundred yards further, and that I was 

 only hindering Count Teleki by my fatigue. So I made up my 



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