On again, trot and rot, jingle-jingle-jingle, squeak-squeak- squeak, smell of   self, blinding glare,  all  different for mile after mile. tasains  t  self.

    Of course one tried all sorts of games o try to make time  pass: and of course tried very  to t in a palace in taser tinkling  creamy enoug too creamy - and tried not to t.

    At last t - a mass of rock sticking up out of  t fifty yards long and ty feet  did not cast muc it cast a little. Into t se some food and drank a little er. It is not easy giving a  of a skin  bottle, but Bree and he children  were pale.

    After a very s rest t on again. Same noises, same smells, same  glare, till at last to fall on t, and t longer and  longer till to stretc to tern end of to tern  last  coming up from till as bad as  ever. Four pairs of eyes  eagerly for any sign of t  Sallo. But, mile after mile, t level  sand. And noe definitely done, and most of tars , and  still t and  till ta - in trange, barking  voice of someone :  quot;t is!”

    taking it nole to t, t last a slope: a slope doired to speak but to and in a minute or tering t first it   in t, for tuffiness bet. tinued

    steeply doo t of  cliffs. to meet vegetation - prickly cactus-like plants and coarse grass of  t ones instead of sand. Round every bend of t er. t trengtumbling and panting;  last to a little muddiness and a tiny trickle of er ter and better grass. And trickle became a brook, and tream ream became a river and ter more  disappointments t