The man's face had impressed him; the high cheek bones, the aquiline nose, the clearness of the eye and complexion--these had not expressed dull folly.
Now the Englishman came to another cross road, wider but more deeply drifted than the track he was on.

He turned into it and ploughed the drifts.

When he reached the shore, where the land undulated, the drifts were still deeper.

There were no trees here; he could see no house; there was hardly any evidence, except the evergreen branches stuck in the sides, that the road had ever been trodden.

The March dusk had now fallen, yet not darkly.