“ Water was lacking to such an extent, ” wrote de Clieu, “that for more than a month I was obliged to share my scanty ration with the plant upon which my happiest hopes were founded and which was the source of my delight. ”
” Ūdens bija tik maz, ” rakstīja de Kliē, ” ka vairāk nekā mēnesi man nācās dalīt savu trūcīgo ūdens devu ar augu, kas bija manu gaišāko cerību un lielākā prieka avots. ”