After he had started on the journey Caius wondered that he had not remembered more particularly the gist of an answer which it concerned him to hear.
At the time, however, he hastened to strap together those of his bundles which had been opened, and, under the direction of O'Shea, to clothe himself in as many garments as possible, O'Shea arguing haste for the sake of the tide, which, he said, had already begun to ebb, and there was not an hour to be lost.
The women broke forth once more, this time into open expostulation and warning.

To them O'Shea vouchsafed no further word, but with an annoying assumption that the doctor's courage would quail under their warnings, he encouraged him.
"There's a mere boy, a slim lad, on my cart now," he said, "that's going with us; he's no more froightened than a gull is froightened of the sea." Caius showed his valour by marching out of the door, a bag in either hand.
No snow had as yet fallen on the islands.

The grass that was before the inn door was long and of that dry green hue that did not suggest verdure, for all the juices had gone back into the ground.

It was swept into silver sheens by the wind, and as they crossed it to reach the road where the cart stood, the wind came against them all with staggering force.

The four ladies came out in spite of the icy blast, and attended them to the cart, and stood to watch them as they wended their way up the rugged road that led over a hill.
The cart was a small-sized wooden one--a shallow box on wheels; no springs, no paint, had been used in its making.