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progress we must, as time was of the utmost conse- 
quence. I had a sort of hammock rigged up, made 
from a camel mat, with a shelter over it ; and she was 
carried along in it that evening for some miles. 
During the night hours the bigness of the job we had 
taken on began to appal me. I wished myself back in 
the woodlands of Galadi. But it is not of much use 
in purgatory to sigh for heaven ! 
Next dawn we could do no marching at all, and I 
was forced to use an unlimited amount of the precious 
water to keep wet the handkerchief on Cecily’s burn- 
ing head, occasionally pouring some over her lavishly 
and in regardless-of -consequence fashion. The heat in 
the tent, as out, was unspeakable ; and I spent most 
of the hours of that dreadful day fanning my cousin, 
who was really in parlous state. Clarence told me 
late on in the afternoon we must push on, whatever 
happened, as the water was very low indeed. I gave 
the word, and we marched, Cecily carried as before. 
We heard a lion roaring, but did not see anything, and 
it was not very likely we should. Night was the only 
bearable time, and I would it had perpetually remained 
night. 
Not until the next night did we come on some water- 
holes, and they were dry ! I could not persuade the 
men to camp ; they said the place was not good, and 
mysterious things of that kind. I found out that the 
place was supposed to be haunted by spirits of some 
sort, and it was no use ordering or commanding, for 
the men would not stay to spend a night in the vicinity. 
We had to go on. Matters were now really serious. 
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