The night was dark and the country was broken.

From time to time he stumbled over some obstacle, the root of a tree or something similar, and this made his journey more arduous.
"I wish it was light," he muttered.
Then he revoked his wish.

In the darkness and obscurity lay his hopes of escape.
"I'd give half this nugget if I was safe in San Francisco," he said to himself.
He stumbled on, occasionally forced by his fatigue to sit down and rest.
"I hope I'm going in the right direction, but I don't know," he said to himself.
He had been traveling with occasional rests for four hours when fatigue overcame him.

He lay down to take a slight nap, but when he awoke the sun was up.
"Good Heaven!" he exclaimed in alarm.

"I must have slept for some hours.