About two o'clock p.m.
Recalled by the rumbling of wheels to the road before me , I saw a heavily-laden waggon labouring up the hill , and not far beyond were two cows and their drover . Human life and human labour were near . I must struggle on : strive to live and bend to toil like the rest . About two o'clock p.m. I entered the village . At the bottom of its one street there was a little shop with some cakes of bread in the window . I coveted a cake of bread . With that refreshment I could perhaps regain a degree of energy : without it , it would be difficult to proceed .