The next morning was a sad one, for it disclosed the death from poison-plant of poor old Shiddi, one of the best and noblest of camels—­a fine black, handsome old bull.  I declare it was like losing an old friend, as indeed he was.  Where one camel is poisoned all the rest may be, and since, from Breaden’s dysentery, we could not travel, we must find another camp not far off.  So we marched South-West down the creek and found another pool.  Here we saw the first signs of white men for many a long day, in the shape of old horse-tracks and a marked tree, on which was carved (F.H. 18.8.96).  This I found afterwards stood for Frank Hann, who penetrated thus far into the desert from Hall’s Creek and returned.  On another tree I carved a large C.

Breaden was slowly getting better when poor Charlie went sick, and we had two in hospital.  A most unenviable condition, where no sort of comforts can be got.  By digging into the bank of the creek we made a sort of couch, and rigged flies over it for a shade.  Bad as the days were, the nights were worse; for myriads of ants followed swarms of flies, and black, stifling clouds followed a blazing sun—­all of which is bearable to, and passes after a time unnoticed by a man in good health.  But poor fellows, worn to skeletons by unending work and the poorest of food, unable to move from sickness, are worried almost past endurance by the insects and heat.  Every night we experienced terrific thunderstorms, but alas! unaccompanied by rain.  At sunset the clouds banked up black and threatening, the heat was suffocating, making sleep impossible, lightning would rend the sky, and then after all this hope-inspiring prelude, several large drops of rain would fall and no more, the sky would clear and the performance be over, only to be repeated the following evening.

Our change of camp made no difference in the feed, for on the 9th another camel was found dead in the morning—­poor Redleap, who had never once shown a sign of giving in, killed in a matter of a few minutes.  We examined his body, swollen to a tremendous degree, the usual indication of poison-plant—­evidently very virulent and painful, for we could see how, in his death agony, he had torn up the ground with his teeth, and turned and bitten himself most cruelly.  It was clear we must move again.  As we prepared to load up, Stoddy was suddenly seized with the poison sickness, and careered at full speed round the camp in circles, falling down and rolling in agony at intervals.  After a lot of trouble we stopped him, threw him, and roped him down; administered a gallon of very strong Epsom salts and water, then a dose of soapsuds, and bled him by slitting both ears.  This unquestionably saved his life, for the first two remedies take too long to act.  This scene had a curious effect on the other camels, and for days after Stoddy was avoided, nor would any bear being tied on behind him without snapping their nose-lines or breaking their nose-pegs to get away.