"Their dress is better suited than ours for such weather." The way was a rough one.

Hills, although of no great height, had to be crossed, and many streams to be waded.

Fortunately, they met with few larger than that they had first crossed; for the water from that side of the hills made its way, for the most part, direct into the Severn; while that which came down from the slopes of Plinlimmon, towards the road, fell into a stream; dry in fine weather, but now a raging torrent, which ran past Llandulas and into the Severn, at Llanidloes.
"Do you think that we are going right, Roger ?" Oswald said, after they had been walking for six or seven hours; "for, what with these ups and downs, and turnings and windings, there is no saying which is east and which is west.

If the sun were shining we should be sure of our direction, but with these dull leaden clouds there is no saying." "I have no idea, master.

If we were out on a moor we should be able to judge, and to make a fairly straight course, keeping the wind and rain on one side of us; but in this thick forest, though most of the leaves have fallen, those that remain on the branches break up the rain, and it seems to come straight down upon us." Presently they came to another watercourse.
"Why, Roger, the water is going in the other direction!" "So it is, master.