Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Science fiction, English; Space flight to Mars -- Fiction
There was but a quart of the precious fluid left--a quart of lukewarm,
half-putrid water, between four thirsty men and a panting dog! Sandy
begged hard for a drop for his dog, and he moistened poor Rover's
mouth with a spoonful; but we ourselves tried to slake our awful
thirst with a few of the Doctor's lozenges. They answered admirably;
but their effect was only momentary, and by the time each little cake
was sucked away we were as thirsty as before. The sun beat down upon
us remorselessly, and to save ourselves from being scorched to death
we scraped a hole under the shadow of the stone, and there, huddled
together in the scanty shade, we lay waiting for the sun to sink lower
in the west before we tried to drag our weary feet a little farther.
For three hours we remained in this hole in the sand; then once more
we started on, moistening our mouths from our nearly empty flasks, and
munching a biscuit as we went.
Towards night the temperature became much lower, and we were able
to get along a little faster; but every mile that we went we found
our burdens becoming heavier. Yet we struggled on; nor did we seek a
camping-place until we reached the lower slopes of the mountains. Still
all was desolation; closer scrutiny only confirmed the opinions formed
by a more distant view, for the hills were as sterile and barren as the
plain we had crossed.
"Never mind, my friends," said the Doctor, "we have crossed the worst
part. Here, amid the mountains, we are sure of more shade, and shall
most probably find water, if not on these slopes, surely on the other
side."
"Well, Doctor, if we don't find water soon, it will be all over with
us," remarked Temple. "I myself don't feel equal to another day like
this has been."
"None of us know the compass of our strength, or what we can do, until
spurred on by the goads of necessity, Temple," the Doctor answered.
We selected a sheltered nook among the rocks, each smoothing the sand
into the semblance of a couch, and there we used the remainder of the
water to make our essence, and then stretching our stiff and weary
limbs, soon fell asleep.
Not one of us awoke again until the next day was far advanced. The sun
was four hours high towards the zenith ere we roused from our slumber.
The long sleep had done us good; our heads were easier; our thirst
not so intense. We drank the remainder of our wine and water, ate a
few biscuits, and then prepared for our onward march. The rocky pass
between two rugged mountains lay straight before us, and in single file
we went our way. At first the precipitous sides of the mountains nearly
met overhead, and the path was little more than a gloomy fissure; but
this soon widened out as we ascended, and we eventually found ourselves
in a broad valley, with an uninterrupted view for miles.
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