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The plains lay bare on the homeward route, / And the march was heavy on man and brute; / For the Spirit of Drouth was on all the land, / And the white heat danced on the glowing sand.
The best of our cattle-dogs lagged at last, / His strength gave out ere the plains were passed, / And our hearts grew sad when he crept and laid / His languid limbs in the nearest shade.