Weary and footsore, when he reached Stanford Rivers he missed his way, and finding after some time that he was wrong, he felt so dead-beat that he was inclined to lie down and sleep; but finding a directing-post he climbed it, and by the light of the stars deciphered enough to know his whereabouts.

About twelve that Saturday night he reached Ongar, white as a sheet, and so tired he could hardly utter a word.

I gave him a basin of bread and milk, and I am not exaggerating when I say I put him to bed.

He fell at once asleep, and did not awake till noonday had passed on Sunday.
[Footnote 11: We learn from the family that the precise object of the visit was to transact some business for his eldest brother, who had begun to deal in lace.

In the darkness of the morning Livingstone fell into a ditch, smearing his clothes, and not improving his appearance for smart business purposes.