g fire. My word, it makes one blue
to--

11 o'clock.--Just had the presence of mind to wind up my watch. Had to
sit on my hands a quarter of an hour before I could feel the key in my
waistcoat pocket. Ugh! wish the wind would shut up. Never felt so up a
tree all my life. Those Cambridge fellows will be curling up in bed
now, I expect. Can't write more.

12 o'clock.--It suddenly occurred to me there was no absolute necessity,
if I must stick up here all night, to stick at the tip-top. So I
crawled down gingerly among the rocks on the side away from the wind and
looked, or rather felt, for a sheltered place. Presently I slipped and
toppled down between two great boulders and nearly killed myself.
However, when I came to, it struck me I might as well stay here as
anywhere else. It's right out of the wind and pretty dry, as the mist
doesn't seem to be able to get down into it. Then the lucky idea
occurred to me I had two candles in my knapsack and a box of matches,
and I might as well light up. So I lit one of the candles, and I've
been warming my fingers and toes at it for the last half-hour; also been
reading the guide-book, and find that the Isle of Man is visible from
this place. Jolly comforting to know it, when I can't even see the tip
of my own nose. Got sick of the guide-book after that, and thought it
would warm me to say over my Greek irregular verbs. Been through them
once, but not quite successful 4,000 feet above the level of the sea.
They remind a fellow rather too much of home. Wonder what they'd think
there if they saw me up here. Wish I saw them, and could get a blanket!
I promised them to sleep between blankets every night. It's awful not
being able to keep one's promise.

The one thing that does comfort me is, I shan't have to pay anything for
attendance to-night. In fact, I never spent such a cheap night
anywhere... Booh! had to stop just now and sit on my hands again. Find
it warmer even than the candle. How I wish those two Cambridge fellows
were here! We could be quite jolly in here, and play round games, and
that sort of thing. I've been trying one or two songs to pass the time,
but they didn't come off. Made me homesick to sing, "Here in cool grot"
and "Blow, gentle gales." That reminds me, the wind's dropped since I
got in here. Sorry for it. It was some company to have it smashing all
round one. Now it's so quiet it makes a fellow quite creepy. They do
talk of mount