I felt very sick and ill, but I could move my limbs, and I staggered blindly forward away from the house.
A small mill-lade ran in a wooden aqueduct at the other side of the yard, and into this I fell.

The cool water revived me, and I had just enough wits left to think of escape.

I squirmed up the lade among the slippery green slime till I reached the mill-wheel.

Then I wriggled through the axle hole into the old mill and tumbled on to a bed of chaff.

A nail caught the seat of my trousers, and I left a wisp of heather-mixture behind me.
The mill had been long out of use.