It stood wide open, and upon the table I saw a loaf of bread and a pitcher of water.

In or around the cottage was neither howl nor wail.
I came to the precipice that testified to the vanished river.

I climbed its worn face, and went on into the desert.

There at last, after much listening to and fro, I determined the spot where the hidden water was loudest, hung Lilith's hand about my neck, and began to dig.

It was a long labour, for I had to make a large hole because of the looseness of the sand; but at length I threw up a damp spadeful.