We are in the enemy camp.

We passed through a stand of desert oaks, which are a species of casuarina and look less like an oak than a cactus.

Much was he grieued with that graceleſſe chaunce, / Yet from the wound no drop of bloud there fell, / But wondrous paine, that did the more enhaunce / His haughtie courage to aduengement fell: / Smart daunts not mighty harts, but makes them more to ſwell.

I have done my work.