"Regret compelled retire owing to serious outflanking movement on
part of the Blues. Sorry, but that's the worst of being picket.
The natural intuition which characterizes all BSS will enable you
to discern our route. So long."

Although I tried four times- mainly because Jonah had my
matches- I was unable to discern their route. At last I came
down to shouting, but only succeeded in arousing the curiosity of
three cows and a well-nourished ram. The latter was so well
nourished that when he had stamped for the second time, I thought
it prudent to get over the wall. I did so with about four
seconds to spare. Nothing daunted, the winning animal took a
short run and butted the wall with surprising vigour. When three
large stones had fallen for seven runs, I offered up a short
prayer that Berry & Co. might return to look for me, and hastened
to put two more walls between us. I suppose it was the river
that I saw in the distance, from the summit of that fair hill...



Three and a half hours later I came upon the first signs of
animal life as opposed to vegetable- since the ram. Up hill,
down dale, along roads, along imitation roads, along future
roads, along past roads, across moors I had tramped doggedly,
blindly, and rather angrily. If I had had one match- only one
match- it would have been different.

Yes, it was a dog-cart. And through the gloom I could distinctly
see the shape of some one sitting in it, holding the reins.