As we can fall and keep a-bouncing on our feet.
It’s hell for knees unless done hell-for-leather.”
“Be ready,” I thought, “for almost anything.”
We struck a road I didn’t recognize,
But welcomed for the chance to lave my shoes
In dust once more. We followed this a mile,
Perhaps, to where it ended at a house
I didn’t know was there. It was the kind
To bring me to for broad-board panelling.
I never saw so good a house deserted.