I can't make out how the sheep manage to go up and down this place as they do.

I know I'm glad I'm not coming back this way.

I thought I was over once or twice as it was, owing to those wretched boots.
The Cambridge duffers caught me about half-way up, trying to look as if they weren't fagged.

I knew better--never saw fellows so blown.

They appeared to be greatly amused because I happened to slip backwards down a grass slope just as they passed, as if there was anything funny in that.