The cursed, rugged Road, made Dobbin stumble;
Some sad mishap his senses now forebodes,
When Teague exclaims, ‘These are the [Devil’s] own Roads!’
Now from a Cliff they view’d a Gulph below,
Where Tagus sternly midst the Rocks did flow,
A narrow path they follow’d, jam’d with stones,
John, Dobbin led, and trembled for his bones:
Scrambling, & straggling, step from Ridge to Ridge;
At length, the danger passed, they reach’d the Bridge.
Now on their Route we find them each day gaining,