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EXHAUSTED CONDITION. 
After our scanty meal, we again moved onwards, 
but the road became so scrubby and rocky, or so 
sandy and hilly, that we could make no progress at 
all by night, and at eight miles from where we dined, 
we were compelled to halt, after a day’s journey of 
twenty-nine miles ; but without a blade even of 
withered grass for our horses, which was the more 
grievous, because for the first time since we left the 
last water, a very heavy dew fell, and would have 
enabled them to feed a little, had there been grass. 
We had now traversed 138 miles of country from 
the last water, and according to my estimate of the 
distance we had to go, ought to be within a few 
miles of the termination of the clifis of the Great 
Bight. 
May 3. — The seventh day’s dawn found us early 
commencing our journey. The poor horses still 
crawled on, though slowly. I was surprised that they 
were still alive, after the continued sufferings and 
privations they had been subject to. As for our- 
selves, we were both getting very weak and worn 
out, as well as lame, and it was with the greatest 
difficulty I could get Wylie to move, if he once sat 
down. I had myself the same kind of apathetic 
feeling, and would gladly have laid down and slept 
for ever. Nothing but a strong sense of duty pre- 
vented me from giving way to this pleasing but fatal 
indulgence. 
The road to-day became worse than ever, being 
one continued succession of sandy, scrubby and 
rocky ridges, and hollows formed on the top of the 
