Then I Sprang Out Into the Night and the Open World

'i am not of a nature to be long overwhelmed. All that night and far into next day, i lay upon vorwood, alternately sleeping and bewailing the chance which tossed me to and fro on the restless ocean of time' 'I threw my arms round, each in turn, of those dear, callous ones in the chapel, and pushed back the brambles from them,' he writes. 'Then with a mighty effort, tore myself away again and again.' He continues: 'And before the following noon, i was at my old saxon homestead... But could it be vorwood? Not a vestige of a house anywhere in that wide grass