They must have stared to see such a piece of excavation in their territory.

When the horses did get water, two of them rolled, and groaned, and kicked, so that I thought they were going to die; one was a mare, she seemed the worst, another was a strong young horse which had carried me well, the third was my old favourite riding-horse; this time he had only carried the pack, and was badly bogged; he was the only one that did not appear distressed when filled with water, the other two lay about in evident pain until morning.
About the middle of the night thunder was again heard, and flash after flash of even more vivid lightnings than that of the previous night enlightened the glen; so bright were the flashes, being alternately fork and sheet lightning, that for nearly an hour the glare never ceased.

The thunder was much louder than last night's, and a slight mizzling rain for about an hour fell.

The barometer had fallen considerably for the last two days, so I anticipated a change.

The rain was too slight to be of any use; the temperature of the atmosphere, however, was quite changed, for by the morning the thermometer was down to 48 degrees.
The horses were not fit to travel, so we had to remain, with nothing to do, but consult the little map again, and lay off my position on it.