Webumpedandbouncedhorribly，andwereshakenaboutlikepeasinabladder。Ibegantobeacutelyanxiousabouttheoldboneshaker，themoreasweseemedalongwayshortofthevillageIhadproposedtospendthenightin。Twilightwasfallingandwewerestillinanunfeaturedwaste，crossingtheshallowglenofastream。
Therewasabridgeatthebottomofaslope—abridgeoflogsandearthwhichhadapparentlybeenfreshlystrengthenedforheavytraffic。Asweapproacheditatagoodpacethecarceasedtoanswertothewheel。
Istruggleddesperatelytokeepitstraight，butitswervedtotheleftandweplungedoverabankintoamarshyhollow。Therewasasickeningbumpaswestruckthelowerground，andthewholepartywereshotoutintothefrozenslush。Idon’tyetknowhowI
escaped，forthecarturnedoverandbyrightsIshouldhavehadmybackbroken。Butnoonewashurt。Peterwaslaughing，andBlenkiron，aftershakingthesnowoutofhishair，joinedhim。FormyselfIwasfeverishlyexaminingthemachine。Itwasaboutasuglyasitcouldbe，forthefrontaxlewasbroken。
Herewasapieceofhopelessbadluck。WewerestuckinthemiddleofAsiaMinorwithnomeansofconveyance，fortogetanewaxletherewasaslikelyastofindsnowballsontheCongo。Itwasallbutdarkandtherewasnotimetolose。Igotoutthepetroltinsandsparetyresandcachedthemamongsomerocksonthehillside。ThenwecollectedourscantybaggagefromthederelictStudebaker。OuronlyhopewasHussin。Hehadgottofindussomelodgingforthenight，andnextdaywewouldhaveatryforhorsesoraliftinsomepassingwagon。Ihadnohopeofanothercar。EveryautomobileinAnatoliawouldnowbeatapremium。