Jules Verne,
The Survivors of the Chancellor…
“ To-day we are still becalmed, and the temperature is as high as ever. The air is heated like a furnace, and the sun scorches like fire. The torments of famine are all forgotten: our thoughts are concentrated with fevered expectation upon the longed-for moment when Curtis shall dole out the scanty measure of lukewarm water that makes up our ration. O for one good draught, even if it should exhaust the whole supply! At least, it seems as if we then could die in peace! About noon we were startled by sharp cries of agony, and looking round I saw Owen writhing in the most horrible convulsions. ”
