Add to ORKGand I thought that now at last I would find a dry spot, but even the sandy barrens were wet and a I had to grope about in the dark a long time feeling the ground with my hands when my feet ceased to plash, before I at last found a little hillock dry enough to rest on. I ate a piece of bread I fortunately had in my bag, drank some of the brown water about my precious hillock, and lay down. The noisiest of the unseen witnesses around me were the owls, who pronounced their gloomy speeches with profound emphasis, but did not prevent the coming of sleep to heal weariness. In the morning I was cold and wet with dew, and I set out breakfastless. Flowers and beauty I had in abundance, but no bread. A serious matter is this bread which perisheth, ...