Why, how dense it is!" "Can you find your way ?" "Dunno, mester.

Best keep straight on, I think.

Dessay it'll soon pass over." But it did not soon pass over; and as the wheelwright pushed on it seemed to be into a denser mist than ever.
For a long time they were going over perfectly clear water; but soon the rustling of reeds against the prow of the boat told that they must be going wrong, and Hickathrift bore off to the right till the reeds warned him to bear to the left.

And so it went on, with the night falling, and the thick mist seeming to shut them in, and so confusing him that at last the wheelwright said: "Best wait a bit, Mester Dick.

I dunno which way I'm going, and it's like being blind." "Here, let me have the pole!" cried Dick.