Can scarcely crawl.
Going up hill's nothing, but the bumping you get coming down, when you're as stiff as a poker, and coughing like an old horse, is a caution.

Had a good mind to ask a shepherd I met half an hour ago to give me a leg down, but didn't like to; so I told him I'd just been to the top to see the sunrise, and it was a fine morning.

All but added, "I suppose you haven't got a crust of bread in your pocket ?" but pulled up in time.

Pity to spoil my appetite for breakfast at Dungeon Ghyl.
Ugh! if I sit here I shall rust up, and not be able to move.

_Must_ go on.
10 a.m .-- Top of Rosset Ghyl.