Night came so suddenly that I had no time to arrange a place to spend the night properly. I fixed upon a pile of rocks. I thought of settling at the foot but something rustled, snorted and sneezed so I settled in the crevice of the rocks and immediately fell asleep. But it was not a good night's rest, the moon woke me. The stones, warm in the evening, got cold. And my high bed could be more comfortable. At dawn, after packing my rucksack, I worked down and almost mounted a black-and-skewbald pig…