'See,' he cried, 'the Mountain of God! Paradise is before you, and the way to Paradise, as is well known, lies through the devil's country.

A little longer, brave hearts, and we shall be in port.' And so fierce was the spirit of that man that it lifted our weary shanks and fevered bodies through another two days of torment.

I have no clear memory of those hours.
Assuredly we were all mad and spoke with strange voices.

My eyes were so gummed together that I had often to tear the lids apart to see.

But hourly that green hill came nearer, and towards dusk of the second day it hung above us.