I believe we met no living soul on the high road which we followed for the first three miles or more.

At length we turned into a narrow lane, with a stiff stone wall on either hand, and this eventually led us past the lights of what appeared to be a large farm; it was really a small hamlet; and now we were nearing our destination.

Gates had to be opened, and my poor driver breathed hard from the continual getting down and up.

In the end a long and heavy cart-track brought us to the loneliest light that I have ever seen.

It shone on the side of a hill--in the heart of an open wilderness--as solitary as a beacon-light at sea.