There he rested, and reached a camp about nine in the morning, having walked altogether since the preceding morning fully fifty miles.

This camp was about fifteen miles distant from that of his friends; the shepherds knew him, and one of them started with the news of his safety.

In the afternoon ten of his friends came over to see him, and to reproach him.
His weariness was so great that for three days he scarcely moved from the hut, during which time the weather was wet and stormy, as is often the case in summer after a thunderstorm.

On the fourth morning it was fine, and Felix, now quite restored to his usual strength, went out with the shepherds.

He found some of them engaged in throwing up a heap of stones, flint, and chalk lumps near an oak-tree in a plain at the foot of the hill.