It was a mighty relief to him to come out at last on the other side of
the wall, and to find himself on the great north slope which faced Sark,
and so was closed to him in clear weather.
The long thin grass grew rankly here, and was beaded with moisture, but
he pushed along with an eerie feeling at the wildness of it all.
The mist clung close about him, but had suddenly become luminous. He
felt as though he were packed loosely all round with cotton wool on
which a strong light was shining. It gave him a feeling of
light-headedness. Everything was light about him, and yet he could not
see more than a couple of feet before his face. The waves roared
hoarsely below him, and once he had unknowingly got so low down that a
monstrous white arm, reaching suddenly up out of the depths, seemed
about to lay hold on him and drag him back with it into the turmoil.
He was panting and full of mist when at last he climbed the second great
rock barrier and rounded the corner towards the south.
And as he sat resting there, the whiff of a westerly breeze tore a long
lane in the white shroud, and for a moment he saw, as through a
telescope, the houses of Guernsey gleaming in bright sunshine.
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