Henry A. Rayne, Sun, Sand and Somals
“ If you could sit with me and watch the endless procession of men, women, children, animals, and birds, coming and going, crossing and re-crossing, from apparently nowhere at all, you would realise how precious water really is, be it even as filthy and evil-smelling as from the wells here.The police corporal has taken down our camel tanks, each holding twelve gallons, and is having them filled. To-morrow we camp at a waterless [179] spot. Our allowance of water will be one gallon each. Though not really important on this journey, woe betide the man who tries to wangle more. ”
