The nearer I approached to your habitation, the more deeply did I feel the spirit of revenge enkindled in my heart.

Snow fell, and the waters were hardened, but I rested not.

A few incidents now and then directed me, and I possessed a map of the country; but I often wandered wide from my path.

The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite; no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food; but a circumstance that happened when I arrived on the confines of Switzerland, when the sun had recovered its warmth and the earth again began to look green, confirmed in an especial manner the bitterness and horror of my feelings.
"I generally rested during the day and travelled only when I was secured by night from the view of man.

One morning, however, finding that my path lay through a deep wood, I ventured to continue my journey after the sun had risen; the day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air.