Told of its fiery aliment—the flash
Of muskets gave them kindling.—Through the dell,
Waving on high these flaming brands they dash,
And to their comrades shout who tempt the forest rash.
XIX.
Thus on they moved through thicket, glen, and brake,
By precipice, and crag, and torrent brink,
And yawning chasm that made the boldest quake,
Till without end the dark ravine they think;
And wildered many a foot by flaming link,