Never expected to see the sun rise from the highest spot in England.

Awful good score for me, though--very few do it, I fancy.

Think of those lazy Cambridge fellows curled up in bed and missing it all; just the way with these fellows, all show off.
The sun's warm already, and I've left off my _Daily News_ and spare shirt, and I'm just going to take the paper out of my boots; that is, if I can ever get down to my toes--but I'm so jolly stiff.
Never mind, I've done it, and--bother that cough, it's made me break the point of my pencil.
5 a.m .-- Been sharpening the pencil with my teeth.

Rather a poor breakfast; never mind, I shall have a rousing appetite when I get to the bottom.

May tip that waiter possibly, if he brings the grub up sharp.
Now I'm starting down.