He did not even imagine more eating, for never in his life had he eaten twice of the same charity in the same day.

What he wanted was to find some dry hole in the mountain, and sleep as near the cottage as he could.

So he rose and set out.

But he lost his way; came upon one precipice after another, down which only a creeping thing could have gone; was repeatedly turned aside by torrents and swampy places; and when the twilight came, was still wandering upon the mountain.

At length he found, as he thought, the burn along whose bank he had ascended in the morning, and followed it towards the valley, looking out for the friendly cottage.