What had carried me through the roost would surely serve me to cross this little quiet creek in safety.

With that I set off, undaunted, across the top of the isle, to fetch and carry it back.

It was a weary tramp in all ways, and if hope had not buoyed me up, I must have cast myself down and given up.
Whether with the sea salt, or because I was growing fevered, I was distressed with thirst, and had to stop, as I went, and drink the peaty water out of the hags.
I came to the bay at last, more dead than alive; and at the first glance, I thought the yard was something farther out than when I left it.

In I went, for the third time, into the sea.

The sand was smooth and firm, and shelved gradually down, so that I could wade out till the water was almost to my neck and the little waves splashed into my face.
But at that depth my feet began to leave me, and I durst venture in no farther.