I have not seen a man in this condition, and I pray Heaven I never may behold such human sufferings; I am happy to say I have not set foot upon Libyan soil. But I have hatl an epitaph repeated to me, which a friend assured me he had read on the grave of a victim. My friend, going from Libya to Egypt, had taken the only practicable land route by the Great Syrtis. He there found a tomb on the beach at the sea’s very edge, with a pillar setting forth the manner of death. On it a man was carved in the attitude familiar in pictures of Tantalus, standing by a lake’s side scooping up water to drink; the dipsas was wound about his foot, in which its fangs were fastened, while a number of women with jars were pouring water over him. Hard by were lying eggs like those of the ostrich hunted, as I mentioned, by the Garamantians. And then

 

there was the epitaph, which it may be worth while to give you:
 See the envenom’d cravings Tantalus 
 Could find no thirst-assuaging charm to still, 

 The cask that daughter-brood of Danaus, 
 For ever filling, might not ever fill. 

There are four more lines about the eggs, and how he was bitten while taking them; but I forget how they go.