But he was meek, nor let his pride appear;
Nay, truth to speak, he felt a sense of fear,
Lest the rude beast, unmindful of the rein,
Should take a fancy to turn back again.
He found, and wonder ’tis he found, his way,
The orders many that he must obey:
“Now to the right, then left, and now again 250
Directly onward, through the winding lane;
Then, half way o’er the common, by the mill,
Turn from the cottage and ascend the hill;