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The light was yet there, shining diain: I dragged my exhausted limbs slowly towards

it It led , which would

have been i even

now, in the height of summer Here I fell twice; but as often I

rose and rallied ain it

Having crossed the marsh, I saw a trace of white over the moor I

approached it; it was a road or a track: it led straight up to the

light, which now beamed from a sort of knoll, amidst a cluuish of the

character of their forloom My star

vanished as I drew near: some obstacle had intervened between me

and it I put out my hand to feel the dark h stones of a loall--above it, soe I groped on

Again a whitish object gleaes as I touched it On each side stood a sable

bush-holly or yew

Entering the gate and passing the shrubs, the silhouette of a house

rose to view, black, low, and rather long; but the guiding light

shone nowhere All was obscurity Were the in the door, I turned an