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Then my fears got the better of me again , and I resumed my paddling . The sun scorched my bare back . At last , as the bridge at Walton was coming into sight round the bend , my fever and faintness overcame my fears , and I landed on the Middlesex bank and lay down , deadly sick , amid the long grass . I suppose the time was then about four or five o'clock . I got up presently , walked perhaps half a mile without meeting a soul , and then lay down again in the shadow of a hedge . I seem to remember talking , wanderingly , to myself during that last spurt . I was also very thirsty , and bitterly regretful I had drunk no more water .