Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew
A living flash of light he flew.
"Hurroo!" cried Coristine, as with knapsack readjusted, he took his companion by the arm and resumed the journey; "Hurroo again, I say, it's into the very heart of nature we're getting now. Bless the mosquito and the leech for opening the well of English undefiled."
Wilkinson was wound up to go, and repeated with fine conversational effect:—
But now, perplexed by what th' old man had said,
My question eagerly did I renew
How is it that you live, and what is it you do?
He, with a smile, did then his words repeat;
And said, that, gathering leeches far and wide,
He travell'd; stirring thus about his feet