Charles Sturt,
Two expeditions into the interior of Southern Australia…
“ The natives are wandering in the desert, and it is melancholy to reflect on the necessity which obliges them to drink the stinking and loathsome water they do--birds sit gasping in the trees and are quite thin--the wild dog prowls about in the day-time unable to avoid us, and is as lean as he can be in a living state, while minor vegetation is dead, and the very trees are drooping. ”
