"Early here, sir," said the man, who was tall, and dressed in a dark green slop, and had all the appearance of a shepherd; "a traveller, I suppose?"
"Yes," said I, "I am a traveller; are these sheep yours?"
"They are, sir; that is, they are my master's. A strange place this, sir," said he, looking at the stones; "ever here before?"
"Never in body, frequently in mind."
"Heard of the stones, I suppose; no wonder—all the people of the plain talk of them."
"What do the people of the plain say of them?"
"Why, they say—How did they ever come here?"
"Do they not suppose them to have been brought?"
"Who should have brought them?"
"I have read that they were brought by many thousand men."