"These mists are chill, and I will confess that I am hungry.

We cannot lose our way if we keep to the water, and the horses will be safe enough." Anything was better, as it seemed to us, than trying to think that we slept comfortably here, and so we rose up and went down the banks of the stream at once; and the way proved to be easy enough, if rocky.

The bank on this side was higher, and dry therefore, so that we had no bogs to fear.

We knew enough of them in the Orkneys and on the Sutherland coast.
The white mist grew very thick, but the firelight glow grew redder as we went on, and at last we came near enough to hear many voices plainly; but presently, when one shouted, we found that the tongue was not known to us.
"Now it is plain whom we have come across," I said.

"This is a camp of the Cornish tin traders, of whom the king told us.