And the train resumes its journey far.
Heroes have been, and heroes are—
Of battle and State, of travel and skill,
Of letters and art—but give us “Bill.”[334]
At the end of the road they gave him a purse
“I don’t want that!” and he muttered a curse;
But finally took it, and stowed it away,
And then threw[335] it to “Mag” as he passed next day.
It whirled through the air and struck by the stoop,
Where the three stood to greet him, a joyful group.