CHAPTER II.
A SPIRITUAL FOOT-PAD.
He was now walking southward, but would soon, when the mountains were well behind him, turn toward the east.

He carried a small wallet, filled chiefly with oatcake and hard skim-milk cheese: about two o'clock he sat down on a stone, and proceeded to make a meal.

A brook from the hills ran near: for that he had chosen the spot, his fare being dry.

He seldom took any other drink than water: he had learned that strong drink at best but discounted to him his own at a high rate.
He drew from his pocket a small thick volume he had brought as the companion of his journey, and read as he ate.

His seat was on the last slope of a grassy hill, where many huge stones rose out of the grass.
A few yards beneath was a country road, and on the other side of the road a small stream, in which the brook that ran swiftly past, almost within reach of his hand, eagerly lost itself.