true, but I began to be tired, while he suffered everything that
frost, the pain of a dislocated foot (which I in vain endeavoured to
reset), and the danger of death from a thousand hands, could
inflict.

We were somewhat more tranquil, however, having reached the opposite
shore of the Neiss, since nobody would pursue us on the road to
Silesia. I followed the course of the river for half an hour, and
having once passed the first villages that formed the line of
desertion, with which Schell was perfectly acquainted, we in a lucky
moment found a fisherman's boat moored to the shore; into this we
leaped, crossed the river again, and soon gained the mountains.

Here being come, we sat ourselves down awhile on the snow; hope
revived in our hearts, and we held council concerning how it was
best to act. I cut a stick to assist Schell in hopping forward as
well as he could when I was tired of carrying him; and thus we
continued our route, the difficulties of which were increased by the
mountain snows.

Thus passed the night; during which, up to the middle in snow, we
made but little way. There were no paths to be traced in the
mountains, and they were in many places impassable. Day at length
appeared: we thought ourselves near the frontiers, which are twenty
English miles from Glatz, when we suddenly, to our great terror,
heard the city clock strike.

Overwhelmed, as we were, by hunger, cold, fatigue, and pain, it was
impossible we should hold out through the day. After some
consideration, and another half-hour's labour, we came to a village