On the highroad there might be awkward questions.
When I started out again I felt very stiff and the cold seemed to be growing intense.

This puzzled me, for I had not minded it much up to now, and, being warm-blooded by nature, it never used to worry me.

A sharp winter night on the high-veld was a long sight chillier than anything I had struck so far in Europe.

But now my teeth were chattering and the marrow seemed to be freezing in my bones.
The day had started bright and clear, but a wrack of grey clouds soon covered the sky, and a wind from the east began to whistle.

As I stumbled along through the snowy undergrowth I kept longing for bright warm places.