ge duffers caught me about half-way up, trying to look as if
they weren't fagged. I knew better--never saw fellows so blown. They
appeared to be greatly amused because I happened to slip backwards down
a grass slope just as they passed, as if there was anything funny in
that. One of them called out, "It's the other way up, youngster," and
the other said, "We'll tell them you're on the way at the top." I was a
good mind to shut them up, but I got some earth in my mouth at the
moment, and as they didn't wait, it wasn't any use going after them.
However, I expect I shall find them regularly done up when I get a
little higher, and then perhaps they'll be sorry they cheeked me. All
about the view from Rosset Ghyl in page 72 of the guide-book. Awful
sell; it's coming on to rain, and quite misty, too. I'd better go on,
or I shan't get the view from the top.

6 o'clock.--Don't exactly know where I am. Regular Scotch mist come
down over the hills, and I can't see twenty yards. Only sitting down
now because I'm not quite sure whether I'm right or wrong. Been looking
it up in the guide-book, but there's not much to guide you there when
you can't see your way. The only thing is, it says there are little
cairns marking the way up to the top, every fifty yards or so. It would
be rather a tip to find one of them.

The wind is making a noise, exactly like the sea, against the side of
the mountain. I saw the side a little while ago, like a great black
cliff, but it's too misty to see it now. Hope it'll clear up soon, or I
may be late getting down to Wastdale. By the way, I wonder if they call
this heap of stones I'm sitting on one of the cairns? Good idea! it
must be.

Yes, it's all right; I left my traps here and went fifty yards further
on up the slope, and there's another cairn there--very lucky! I had a
job to find my way back here in the mist, though. However, I'm on the
right track now. Wonder what's become of those Cambridge fellows.
They're sure not to be up to my tips, and most likely they're wandering
about lost. Poor duffers!

7 o'clock.--Hope I'm right, but it's getting more misty than ever, and I
can hardly stand up in the wind. It's an awful job, too, feeling one's
way along by these cairns; for you can't see one from the other, and the
chances are you may now and then lose sight of both, and then you're
lost. I've been lost several times, but luckily I've got into the track
again. Fancy I must b