Antonio Fontano was an Italian and had served for many years in De Meuron's regiment.

He had spoken to me that very morning and after his first attack of dizziness about his father, and had begged that, should he survive, I would take him with me to England and put him in the way of reaching home.
The party was now reduced to five persons, Adam, Peltier, Benoit, Samandre and myself.

Continuing the journey we came after an hour's walk to some willows and encamped under the shelter of a rock, having walked in the whole four miles and a half.

We made an attempt to gather some tripe de roche but could not, owing to the severity of the weather.

Our supper therefore consisted of tea and a few morsels of leather.
Augustus did not make his appearance but we felt no alarm at his absence, supposing he would go to the tent if he missed our track.