I should have to choose between carrying you back to Boot or on to Wastdale.' 'My strength is not likely to fail sooner than yours,' was the laughing reply.
'I have chicken sandwiches, and wine that maketh glad the heart of man.
Tell me when hunger overcomes you.

I should think we had better make our halt at Burmoor Tarn.' That, indeed, proved to be the convenient resting-place.

A wild spot, a hollow amid the rolling expanse of moorland, its little lake of black water glistening under the midday sun.

And here stood a shepherd's cottage, the only habitation they had seen since leaving Boot.

Somewhat uncertain about the course to be henceforth followed, they made inquiry at this cottage, and a woman who appeared to be quite alone gave them the needful direction.