By this time, not a crumb of my crust remained, and I was hungry and began to feel the desperation of distress.
As I travelled I felt my strength failing and my spirits wavered; my mind was in a deep and melancholy dream.

It was cloudy; I could not see my star, and had serious misgivings about my course.
In this way the night passed away, and just at the dawn of day I found a few sour apples, and took my shelter under the arch of a small bridge that crossed the road.

Here I passed the second day in ambush.
This day would have been more pleasant than the previous, but the sour apples, and a draught of cold water, had produced anything but a favourable effect; indeed, I suffered most of the day with severe symptoms of cramp.

The day passed away again without any further incident, and as I set out at nightfall, I felt quite satisfied that I could not pass another twenty-four hours without nourishment.

I made but little progress during the night, and often sat down, and slept frequently fifteen or twenty minutes.