"While all our friends and companions have perished, we are saved.

God surely will not desert us.
Having preserved us thus far for some purpose, he will not suffer us to perish until that purpose is accomplished.

I alone might have been spared to perish miserably in a strange land." Meanwhile, John Stevens was roaming among the rocks and hills for fresh water.

Great blackened stones parched and dry as the sands of Sahara met his view on every side, and no sight of water was found until he came to a dark shallow pool so warm that he could not drink it.
"Heaven help us ere we perish," he groaned, wandering among the rocks and trees.

"If we don't find water soon she will die." He threw himself on the ground in despair, and as he lay there, he thought he heard a trickling sound.