About six o'clock next morning he was caught in an awkward manner in the branches of a tree that had washed into the stream and he only freed himself by cutting away the limbs with his knife, causing considerable delay.

All day he drove energetically along, and the stream turned and twisted so much that he frequently passed the same village twice in swinging around great bends.

At nightfall he came near frightening the life out of a shepherd.

Not knowing where he was and hearing the bark of a dog he climbed up the bank to ascertain, if possible, his locality.

He met the shepherd on top of the bank, who looked at him a moment and then scampered away across the plain as fast as his legs would carry him.
That night Paul was met by the Canottiere del Tevere, the leading boat club of Rome, and was accompanied by them for the rest of the journey.
Next morning, when they neared Rome, they hauled up at a clubhouse for breakfast.