e getting on towards the top, for the rocks are
getting bigger and tumbled about in all directions, and the guide-book
says that's what the top of Scafell Pike is like. Shan't I be glad to
get to the top! I'm frightfully cold and wet here, and there's scarcely
a hob left on my wretched boots. I wish I had that cobbler here!

All about the view going up to the top of Scafell Pike on page 76 of the
guide-book. Sounds rather like a joke when you can scarcely see your
hand in front of you, to read that behind you stretches the beautiful
vista of the Langdale Valley, with Wansfell in the distance, and an
exquisite glimpse of the waters of Windermere sparkling in the sun; to
your right Helvellyn towers amidst its lesser brethren, while to the
left the gloomy dome of Coniston lends a serious grandeur to the scene.
Sounds all very fine, but it's a pity they don't put in the view on a
day like this as well.

I quite miss the dashing of the wind against the cliffs. They're far
behind now, and the wind seems to dash against me instead. Whew! I'd
better peg on, or the tea will be cold at Wastdale Head! No sign of the
Cambridge fellows. Wonder where they are. Half wish I was with them--
idiots as they are.

8:30 o'clock.--Top at last! I'm black and blue all over, with tumbling
among those brutal rocks. Don't know however I got up, and now I'm up,
don't know how I shall get down. It's just dark now, and I can scarcely
see the paper I'm writing on. Jolly fix I'm in. Can't positively see
the big cairn, though I'm sitting on it, and haven't a notion which way
I came up to it, or which way I have to go down to Wastdale.

I wish those Cambridge fellows would turn up. They weren't bad fellows
after all. In fact, I rather liked one of them. Don't know what to do.
By the way, may as well eat one of the biscuits I have in my knapsack.
Think of sitting up here on the highest spot of England eating a
biscuit, and not knowing how to get home! Enough to make any one feel
down in the mouth. Wish I was down in the valley. All about the view
from the top on page-- Bah! that's too much of a joke. Wish I could see
anything! Only thing I can see is that I'm stuck here for the night,
and shall probably be found frozen to death in the morning. What an ass
I was to snub those jolly Cambridge fellows! Fancy how snug it would be
to be sitting between them now. I suppose they're down at the hotel
having a good tea before a blazin