We kindled a fire and commenced drying the meat, one sleeping while the other kept the fire, and changing off every few hours.

What a rest that was! One who has never been nearly worn out and starved, down nearly to the point of death can never know what it is to rest in comfort.

No one can tell.

It was like a dream, a sweet, restful dream where troubles would drown themselves in sleep.

How we felt the strength come back to us with that food and the long draughts of pure clear water.
The miserable dried meat in our knapsacks was put away and this splendid jerked beef put in its place.