Noon
The sky was clouded ; there was not a breath of air , and we had no certain means of knowing in what direction we were proceeding . We ate the last fragments of meat we possessed , before starting , to give us strength for the journey . On we went , but still I was unable to recognise any of the features of the country . Noon approached , and we were getting desperately hungry . After the danger we had run of being poisoned by the roots Pat had dug up , we were afraid of trying others , for neither of us was certain which were wholesome and which poisonous , they both looked so much alike . We were passing the border of a small wood , when Pat gave a shout . `` It 's my belafe there 's the remains of a camp-fire , '' he exclaimed , pointing to a spot a little distance off .