Those were not obstacles, but trifles.
The great difficulty was moral.

That great mass of limestone was on the Darley estate, and for a few minutes, the lad felt as if he must give it up.
But obstacles only spurred him on to action, and he cried to himself, petulantly: "Is it theirs?
Who are they, to claim an open wild place like that?
They'll be saying next that all Darbyshire belongs to them.

It's as much ours as theirs, and, if we had our rights, it would be ours.

I shall go, in spite of all the Darleys in the county.

Who are they?
Piece of rock and moor like that, and they claim it.