To turn aside, as did Christian's companion, from such a Hill Difficulty, is the more natural tendency; but the way to the interior is upward.

There is, of course, an entrance to the fortress; but that lies far off on the other side.

It might possibly have been the wiser course to seek for easier ingress there.
However, being here, I ascend the second acclivity.

The grass stems--the grey beard of the hill--sway in a mass close to my stooping face.

The dead heads of these various grasses--fescues, fox-tails, and ryes--bob and twitch as if pulled by a string underground.