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the wind was blowing off the furnaces of hell. An hour later we reached Sagra in scattered groups mostly & here we found the NZealanders very done up & they had got most of the water. It was impossible to get any water for the horses. The water here was brackish, but as I drank the first pint I thought it the sweetest I had ever tasted. There was a great scramble here for water. Men were rushing around a lot of them half silly. Some were frothing at the mouth & I saw one man put a bucket of water to his lips & finish the lot. Many more men were so weak they couldn't go on.
The Aust & NZ ambulances were here & they were able to give a lot of assistance. For myself I drank a couple of quarts & felt as though I could drink a couple of gallons. I got my bottle full again & so did most of the others. It was no use stopping here We had to get on & water the horses & it was 6 miles further on & the heat was now intense. This part of the ride