Peru -- History -- War of Independence, 1820-1829 -- Fiction
The guide laughed and wept like a man bereft of his senses, and then
crying, "We are saved!" he straightway fell on his knees and offered up
a prayer of thanksgiving. The strangely-shaped hillock showed him that
thus far he had led us correctly; and although during the night he had
several further twinges of alarm, he did not lose his nerve again.
As mile after mile was traversed our thirst became excruciatingly
painful, and there was no chance of relief. Between us and the valley
of Sama no drop of water would be found. Still we plodded on, parched
and weary, until in the eastern sky the dawn rose slowly. For just a
brief period we felt the cold, damp, but refreshing breath of morning,
and then the hot sun added to our misery. Our heads were scorched by
its burning rays, and we were almost blinded by the glare reflected
from the deep, loose sand.
It was nearly nine o'clock when the guide, extending his arm,
exclaimed, "Sama--water!" And looking ahead, we caught a glimpse of
the cool green vegetation in the Sama valley.
Under other circumstances it would have been laughable to watch the
effect produced by our near approach to the valley. What semblance of
order the colonel had kept on the march vanished. Breaking their
ranks, the men rushed forward eagerly in search of the welcome water.
One who for the last mile had been crawling along, supported by the
doctor, darted off like a champion runner, though he fell exhausted
before covering half the distance. On reaching the sparkling stream,
we all, without exception, flung ourselves down by the margin, and
lapped the water like thirsty dogs.
Here we remained till the next day, being supplied with food by the
people from Sama, who also procured for us about a dozen horses, two of
which, I am thankful to say, fell to Jose and myself.
Most of the men, after eating and drinking, stretched themselves out on
the grass, and were fast asleep in a moment; but our leader had much to
do, and the cheery young doctor spent half his time in attending on the
sick. In this Jose helped him. I wished to do so, but in truth the
long march, and the want of food and water, had worn me out.
"Lie down and get some rest," said the doctor, "or you will be left
behind to-morrow. We have another twelve leagues or so before us yet."
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"To a village called Tacna."
"We call it a town," laughed Jose. "Why, there are more than four
thousand people living in it."
"Dear me," exclaimed the doctor good-humouredly, "what a considerable
place!"
Attended by Jose, he passed on laughing, and I curled up in the
sheltered nook which I had selected as bed and bedchamber in one. I
know nothing of what happened after that until Jose, shaking my arm,
told me to rise.
It was scarcely light; but the troops were already preparing their
simple breakfast, for they had another long and tedious march before
them.
"How do you feel, Jack?" asked Jose.
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