Upon this twenty-eighth day of August, after but a scant repose, I rose and straightway felt a grievous ache within my back—the lingering ghost of that pilgrimage I made two days agone. My wife did anoint my sore with healing balm, and by degrees the pain did slacken its fell grip. Yet I chose to keep within our walls & rest. Then we ventured forth to purchase victuals as the eve's meal required. By the time the sun did sink, my ailment had all but fled, leaving but a memory of its cruel visit.