As long as we were protected on the inside of the winding staircase up the tower, all was well enough; but after toiling up a hundred and fifty steps the fresh air came to salute my face, and we were on the leads of the tower.
Zoolang wij nog binnen de moerschroef waren, ging alles goed; maar na honderd vijftig treden geklommen te zijn, sloeg de wind mij in het gezicht; wij waren op het platte dak van den toren gekomen.