Don't know however I got up, and now I'm up, don't know how I shall get down.

It's just dark now, and I can scarcely see the paper I'm writing on.

Jolly fix I'm in.

Can't positively see the big cairn, though I'm sitting on it, and haven't a notion which way I came up to it, or which way I have to go down to Wastdale.
I wish those Cambridge fellows would turn up.

They weren't bad fellows after all.