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Bluey was a dreadfully wild brute, and all but brought Warri, who was riding him, to grief; after bucking and plunging and trying all manner of tricks, he stampeded at his fullest speed, with his head towards some overhanging branches, under which he might have passed with impunity, but they must have crushed Warri EN ROUTE.
These make excellent boys very often, though prison-life is apt to develop all their native cunning and treachery. Warri, therefore, was a distinct acquisition. Having made so successful a start in the choice of mates, I turned my attention to the purchase of camels.
The well itself resembled those already described, and appeared to have a good supply, so much so that we started at once to water the camels, which had had no drink since August 21st, a period of seventeen days, with the exception of two gallons apiece at Warri Well, where the parakeelia grew. By midnight all but three Satan, Redleap, and Misery had drunk as much as they could hold.
However, after another half-hour a nervous feeling came over me, and, stopping the camels, I sent Warri back to see what Charlie was about. Before very long Warri returned, hardly able to speak from fear mixed with sorrow. "What on earth's come over the boy?" I said. Then he blurted out, "Charlie dead, I think." "Good God! Are you sure? did you speak to him, or touch him?"
These, together with my old friends Czar, Satan, and Shiddi, I put under Breaden's charge; and he and Warri camped with them a few miles from the town whilst I completed preparations.
At Warri Well, where the parakeelia grew, two gallons in the evening. September 8th. At Patience Well they were the last to be watered, eight gallons in the evening. September 18th. At Family Well, parakeelia again, three gallons at night. September 28th. Half a drink. Therefore between the 22nd of August and the 28th of September they had no more than thirteen gallons.
The first when, at the beginning of the stage, we captured a young gin, whom I soon released for several reasons, not the least important of which, was that Warri was inclined to fall a victim to her charms, for she was by no means ill-looking. The second living thing we saw was a snake, which we killed; how it came to inhabit so dry a region I cannot say.
So we camped perforce without it, and often the famished camels would wander two or three miles in the night in search of it, and this meant an extra walk to recover them in the morning. On the morning of the 27th Warri brought in all the camels but one, with a message from Breaden that Misery was dying.
Determined not to be baulked, I jumped down and gave chase, old Czar lumbering along behind, and Warri shouting with glee and excitement, "Chase 'em we catch em," as if we were going through all this trouble for pleasure. Happy Warri! he never seemed to see gravity in anything.
Leaving Mount Wilson we steered East and cut the creek that I had seen, and were glad to find feed near it for both horses and camels. I walked it up to its head, and found a little rocky pool of water, returning after dark. Breaden and Warri had been out too, but found nothing.
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