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seek the advice of an old campaigner who fixes them (curse him). At sunset we saddle up and are away again. It is nearly as bright as day & would be pleasant but for the dust. Hour after hour passes & my knees are getting sore rubbng against the wallets. I silently curse the man who strapped them on. We turn a corner sharply & I look back along the road we have traversed. One long line of horse-men as far as the eye can see - the regiments are behind us. Now we catch up to a dust cloud in front & discover it is a camel water transport. It takes us two hours to pass that transport, & my knees are getting worse. I am in agony. "Halt"! "Dismount", "Pass it along". The welcome order comes along that we halt for 10 minutes & we are to overhaul our leather gear etc. Thank God. I struggle ^frantically