I was unable to find this exact story in other editions.] * * * * * the whole valley, which could not be.

It was a gentle stream, gushing from a perpendicular rock, which reminded me of the source of the river Orbe, in the Canton of Vaud; it issued forth in its full width, rolling at first over a rocky bed; then forming a graceful bend, it took its course towards the great bay, and fell in a cascade into the sea.

We remained some time here to fill our gourds, drinking moderately, and taking a bath, which refreshed us all greatly.
The evening was approaching, and we began to fear we should not reach home before night.

I had warned my wife that there was a possibility that we might be delayed, though I could not then anticipate the cause of our delay.

We endeavoured, however, by walking as quickly as we could, and resting no more, to reach our farm at any rate.