Here I fell twice; but as often I rose and rallied my faculties.

This light was my forlorn hope: I must gain it.
Having crossed the marsh, I saw a trace of white over the moor.

I approached it; it was a road or a track: it led straight up to the light, which now beamed from a sort of knoll, amidst a clump of trees--firs, apparently, from what I could distinguish of the character of their forms and foliage through the gloom.

My star vanished as I drew near: some obstacle had intervened between me and it.

I put out my hand to feel the dark mass before me: I discriminated the rough stones of a low wall--above it, something like palisades, and within, a high and prickly hedge.