mass, and then, with the people assembled around the door
At noon the peak vanished in the shimmering glare of the desert. The prospectors pushed on, guided by the sun. In every wash they tried for water. With the forked peach branch in his hands Warren always succeeded in locating water. They dug, but it lay too deep. At length, spent and sore, they fell and slept through that night and part of the next day. Then they succeeded in getting water, and quenched their thirst, and filled the canteens, and cooked a meal.
The burning day found them in an interminably wide plain, where there was no shelter from the fierce sun. The men were exceedingly careful with their water, though there was absolute necessity of drinking a little every hour. Late in the afternoon they came to a canyon that they believed was the lower end of the one in which they had last found water. For hours they traveled toward its head, and, long after night had set, found what they sought. Yielding to exhaustion, they slept, and next day were loath to leave the waterhole. Cool night spurred them on with canteens full and renewed strength.
Morning told Cameron that they had turned back miles into the desert, and it was desert new to him. The red sun, the increasing heat, and especially the variety and large size of the cactus plants warned Cameron that he had descended to a lower level. Mountain peaks loomed on all sides, some hear, others distant; and one, a blue spur, splitting the glaring sky far to the north, Cameron thought he recognized as a landmark. The ascent toward it was heartbreaking, not in steepness, but in its league-and league-long monotonous rise. Cameron knew there was only one hope--to make the water hold out and never stop to rest. Warren began to weaken. Often he had to halt. The burning white day passed, and likewise the night, with its white stars shining so pitilessly cold and bright.
Cameron measured the water in his canteen by its weight. Evaporation by heat consumed as much as he drank. During one of the rests, when he had wetted his parched mouth and throat, he found opportunity to pour a little water from his canteen into Warren's.
At first Cameron had curbed his restless activity to accommodate the pace of his elder comrade. but now he felt that he was losing something of his instinctive and passionate zeal to get out of the desert. The thought of water came to occupy his mind. He began to imagine that his last little store of water did not appreciably diminish. He knew he was not quite right in his mind regarding water; nevertheless, he felt this to be more of fact than fancy, and he began to ponder.
When next they rested he pretended to be in a kind of stupor; but he covertly watched Warren. The man appeared far gone, yet he had cunning. He cautiously took up Cameron's canteen and poured water into it from his own.
This troubled Cameron. The old irritation at not being able to thwart Warren returned to him. Cameron reflected, and concluded that he had been unwise not to expect this very thing. Then, as his comrade dropped into weary rest, he lifted both canteens. If there were any water in Warren's, it was only very little. Both men had been enduring the terrible desert thirst, concealing it, each giving his water to the other, and the sacrifice had been useless.
Instead of ministering to the parched throats of one or both, the water had evaporated. When Cameron made sure of this, he took one more drink, the last, and poured the little water left into Warren's canteen. He threw his own away.
- good old blooms of northern Europe which My Dear had so
- A third peculiarity of the assurance state is the objective
- any person in the world, the Holy Spirit descended upon
- Guyon, a frail creature physically, was yet of a happynative
- Max crossed the threshold hard upon her heels. Three descending
- of view, is giving one's self over to the new life, making
- salvation <243> was only a later result. A passion ofwillingness,
- to love my tobacco as much as I loved mymeat, and I would
- On went the Eurasian, up to her waist in the flood, with
- sense of our presentwrongness is a far more distinct piece
- mercy to me, in giving me, for many years, a willingnessto
- to me, it took me some months to feel absolute security
- event in this quiet retired corner of the world; and nearly
- I have givenone of them at length--the case of Mr. Bradley.
- and quote his report of the 26th ofMarch, 1775, on which
- HISPERSONAL ENERGY. It makes a great difference to a man
- Morison had been urging his suit once more that evening,
- Psychologically and in principle, the precept Love your
- I had been a smoker as well as a drunkard, and I used
- from one of our aims to another, are not commonly calledtransformations,
- golden dragon. Max pulled the keys from his pocket, and
- convert is not necessarily the presenceof divine miracle
- . . . In other words, the persons who have passed through
- dealing-out of salvation and damnation to selectedindividuals,
- good old blooms of northern Europe which My Dear had so
- My experience inregeneration was then clear and spiritual,
- thoughts that before did use,like masterless hell-hounds,
- is into auniverse two stories deep. Each of them realized
- numbers. I never saw anything more obliging and humble
- the Deity. I propose to you that we do not yet consider
- evil custom I had been asforward in as others, and this
- or lessunutterable in words. But these more intellectual
- and other comforts. At Caylen, the most southern island,
- on me that I was ready to swoon as I sat; yet, not with
- That was the end. I never spoke to her or wrote to her
- O blessed God! The work of conversion, the change, and
- either a watch or a clock; and an old man who was supposed
- martyrs,missionaries, and religious reformers is there
- and I had not backslidden. But I experienced entiresanctification
- the world toshake my faith in Christ.So much for Mr. Bradley
- the light upon them. They led upward. He mounted cautiously,
- buthe does not seem to have had the alleviation, which
- grewdisc(so) redite(soon) d, and was erelong neglectedand
- I do not know but I should say I literally bellowed out
- forest, and utters very peculiar noises) has not cried
- aberrations from the path of nature. I begin therefore
- every-day inspection of theaccidents of the two groups
- swept over our Western world. Weno longer think that we
- in finding any place to pitch our tents, for it was spring-tide,
- us of what we find outside ofconversion that we are tempted