Our way was barred by a huge rockfall.

O Death rocke me on slepe, Bringe me on quiet reste, Let passe my merye giltless goste, Out of my careful brest; Toll on the passinge bell, Ringe out the dolefull knell, Let the sounde my dethe tell, For I must dye,

The walls were marked with wetrot and dryrot and agerot, and had been stripped bare long ago.

With stitches, the cut should close up in a week to ten days.