The weather was fair, the scenery was pleasing, and at last I came to believe that I had passed the boundaries of Cathay.

I took no tablets from my little box.

I did not feel that I had need of them.
In the course of time I ceased to travel north-ward.

My vacation was not very near its end, but I chose to turn my face towards the scene of my coming duties.

I made a wide circuit, I rode slowly, and I stopped often.
One day I passed through a village, and at the outer edge of it a little girl, about four years old, tried to cross the road.