With clamour. Downward from his mountain gorge
Stept the long-hair’d, long-bearded solitary,
Brown, looking hardly human, strangely clad,
Muttering and mumbling, idiotlike it seem’d,
With inarticulate rage, and making signs 640
They knew not what: and yet he led the way
To where the rivulets of sweet water ran;
And ever as he mingled with the crew,
And heard them talking, his long-bounden tongue
Was loosen’d, till he made them understand; 645