A tough time, we called it.

And, after the tent was pitched again, we had no fire; and could only crouch, wet and shivering, on the bare ledge.

I never felt more uncomfortable: my bones all ached; my head ached: I was sick.

Wade was worse off than myself even.
Throwing himself flat on the rock, he buried his face in his arms, and lay so for more than an hour.

Raed and Kit sat blackguarding each other to keep up their spirits.