It was a night of suffering; the cold was so great that our blankets furnished no protection, and the place swarmed with fleas innumerable.

At last, at four o'clock, two hours before sunrise, we started on our journey in the hope of getting warm.

The air was damp and heavy, and, until the sun rose, we had a desolate journey.

We were again upon a limestone district, with interesting features of scenery, and with few difficulties in the road.
We passed many oblong hills of limestone, the horizontal layers of which upon the slopes present tiers of steps, one behind the other.

These hills were astonishingly overgrown with trees, and formed masses of the darkest green.