Actual physical suffering was beginning to dull, and my head seemed to be getting clearer.
One day, without any apparent reason, I moved at right angles across the beach.

Directly before me lay a piece of sugar cane, and one end of it had been chewed.
Do you know what that meant?
Animals don't cut sugar cane and bring it to the beach and chew one end.

A new strength ran through me, and actually the grey mist thinned and lifted for a moment, until I could make out dimly the line of cliffs and the tumbling sea.
I was not a bit hungry, but I chewed on the sugar cane, and made Schwartz do the same.

When we went on I kept close to the cliff, even though the walking was somewhat heavier.
I remember after that its getting dark and then light again, so the night must have passed, but whether we rested or walked I do not know.
Probably we did not get very far, though certainly we staggered ahead after sun-up, for I remember my shadow.
About midday, I suppose, I made out a dim trail leading up a break in the cliffs.

Plenty of such trails we had seen before.