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MY next recollection was to find myself, bruised, sore, and exhausted, lying on the sand of the desert.
I raised myself on to my elbow and looked around me. My clothes clung to me, wet and cold, and the sand below me was wet also, while away in the distance I could see the ugly red glare of the volcano, and the noise of loud explosions came to me.