Out of doors the storm still raged; but in a fitful manner, as though growing half weary of itself.
He bent over his paper again, with eager flushed cheek, and wrote on.
"It has been a delightful journey, this journey home.

I have walked on foot.

The evening before last, when it was just sunset, I was a little footsore and thirsty, and went out of the road to look for water.

I went down into a deep little kloof.

Some trees ran along the bottom, and I thought I should find water there.