Recalled by the rumbling of wheels to the road before me, I saw a heavily-laden waggon labouring up the hill, and not far beyond were two cows and their drover.

Human life and human labour were near.

I must struggle on: strive to live and bend to toil like the rest.
About two o'clock p.m.I entered the village.

At the bottom of its one street there was a little shop with some cakes of bread in the window.

I coveted a cake of bread.