Besides, there was the terrible moaning of the imprisoned river in my ears.

I am ashamed to confess it, but I ran from that gully as if the devil and all his angels had been following me.

Indeed, I did not slacken till I had put a good mile between me and those uncanny cliffs.

After that I set out to foot it back.

If the horses would not come to me I must go to them.
I walked twenty-five miles in a vile temper, enraged at my Dutchmen, my natives, and everybody.