I ate the oatcake and cheese the old wife had given me and set out again just before the darkening.
I pass over the miseries of that night among the wet hills.

There were no stars to steer by, and I had to do the best I could from my memory of the map.

Twice I lost my way, and I had some nasty falls into peat-bogs.

I had only about ten miles to go as the crow flies, but my mistakes made it nearer twenty.

The last bit was completed with set teeth and a very light and dizzy head.