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in front, to open the dry bed of a sand river, and 
old pits that sometimes had water, but though they 
dug down to solid rock they never got anything more 
than a muddy puddle, half an inch deep. The 
weather has been cool, with a nice wind, and we 
made great way in the moonlight nights, treking all 
night. I had the satisfaction of once finding water 
myself. We were in great need of it, and I was 
riding due east across the desert to water the horses, 
if possible, for, even if they are not at work, horses 
suffer much from want of water. I saw two black 
objects in the far distance, which I took to be 
ostriches, but, cantering sharply in the direction, I 
found they were two Masara women, who, having a 
heap of egg-shells in a net-work slung on their 
backs, I saw at once were going for water. I made 
