Transcription: We returned to the crossroads, and this time we resumed by means of the Western Gallery. Hans was in front as usual. But now our supply of water had given out. I would have bartered a diamond mine for a glass of pure spring water. Soon I was in terrible pain. I could go no further and fell to the ground. Desperately I cried, Help! I'm dying! But my companions were motionless. Were they asleep or dead? Would any of us ever again see the light of day? Then I saw the Icelander get up and creep away from us, lamp in hand. Why was he abandoning us? I tried to cry out, but my voice could find no way ...
