Then, starting, scarce suppress’d a scream:
“O stranger! in such hour of fear,
What evil hap has brought thee here?”—
“An evil hap how can it be,
That bids me look again on thee?
By promise bound, my former guide
Met me betimes this morning tide,
And marshal’d, over bank and bourne,[253]
The happy path of my return.”—
“The happy path!—what! said he naught