A sick man tells of a walk he took in November of 1845 only to find himself in a pitched
battle in 1780 Calcutta, but Dr. Templeton, who listens to the story, already knows how it
turns out.
— Michael Main
Busied in this, I walked on for several hours, during which the mist deepened around me
to so great an extent that at length I was reduced to an absolute groping of the way. And
now an indescribable uneasiness possessed me—