The afternoon came on wet and somewhat misty: as it waned into dusk, I began to feel that we were getting very far indeed from Gateshead: we ceased to pass through towns; the country changed; great grey hills heaved up round the horizon: as twilight deepened, we descended a valley, dark with wood, and long after night had overclouded the prospect, I heard a wild wind rushing amongst trees.
Non traversavamo più città; il paesaggio era cambiato. Alte montagne bigie limitavano l'orizzonte, l'oscurità aumentava più c'inoltravamo nella valle.