“ 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. ” De Clieu’s devotion was rewarded.
Де Клије напишал: „Имаше толку малку вода што повеќе од еден месец морав моите скудни резерви да ги делам со фиданката во која лежеа сите мои надежи и очекувања“.