But at the top he saw a valley, empty of life. He fought with his fear again and won. Then once more he moved the pack farther toward his left shoulder and struggled down the hill.
One night I came home quite late from the inn, where I now spent more and more time drinking. Walking with uncertain step, I made my way with effort into the house.
But overall, we see the vast majority of them continuing on in spite of their suffering, see them trying to get up again and again despite repeatedly stumbling and falling, despite being in constant pain.
My primary mode of transportation was crawling around, either on my hands and knees, or later I learned to just crawl on my knees and sort of hobble around that way.
In stumbling to the door, she upset the basket, and — oh horror! — the lobster, in all its vulgar size and brilliancy, was revealed to the highborn eyes of a Tudor!