40 Notes on South African Hunting. 
The Thirst. 
rode on all through that night, but found no 
water. By daylight the horses were nearly 
done. Every now and then we kept passing 
hollows in the ground which had evidently 
lately held water, but not a drop was to be had 
now. At about 9 a.m., the horses retired from 
business altogether. Our water bottles were 
almost empty, and we were afraid to finish the 
last few drops, as for anything we knew there 
might not be water for miles. There was 
nothing for it but to go on, so we put our coats 
over the saddles, and pounded along, driving 
the horses before us. At about 11-30 we were 
regularly done, so we lay down under an 
apology for a tree, and tried to assuage our 
thirst by a split teaspoonful of brandy and 
water ; we were so hard up that we even rinsed 
our mouths out with this, and afterwards drank 
half of it &ch. Then we made an effort and 
went on again. No one who does not know 
what real thirst is, can conceive any idea 
of the horrors of it. First one’s throat seems 
to close up, then one’s tongue gets too big for 
one’s mouth, then one’s lips turn black, and 
then one gets dizzy in the head. I don't know 
